We were up at the very unsociable hour of 5 o'clock which is early, even by my standards. Dad thought he was being pretty generous giving us a few extra hours in bed compared to previous years when we've travelled down. The drive is a long one so we decided to stop off at a hotel on the devon/ cornwall border before heading to Padstow on the Friday.
After checking in, we went to explore and came across Fowey pronounced 'foy'. The weather was glorious, perfect for wandering around and taking in the views from the harbour.
|After a long day of travelling and walking around, dinner was received with open arms. We went to The Galleon Inn, Fowey where we were served some really yummy, hearty food. It was a little breezy to eat outside by the time we got round to eating, but the window boxes overlooking the harbour meant we could still have food with a view.|
All you can eat breakfast is a definite perk of staying overnight in a hotel. After eating ourselves into an early morning food coma, we drove to Padstow where we would be staying in a cottage for the week. None of us really knew what to expect, but we opened the door onto a spacious, characteristic cottage with a window seat looking over the harbour and estuary and street below.
|After going for an explore around, Meg and I took it upon ourselves to find somewhere to eat that night. We found The Fo'c'sle restaurant on the harbour front and the tummy filling dishes they had to offer took our fancy.|
The sun was out and the skies blue which could only mean one thing.... beach day! Meg and I took a walk to Rick Stein's patisserie to get bread and meat. I being the sandwich artist that I am, was give the job of making a scrumptious lunch (this is included sandwiches the size of football.) We didn't have to travel far as we'd come across a reclusive little beach, just a walk away, on the other side of Padstow.
|Dinner was on me. We kept it local and headed to Rick Stein's fish and chip shop where dinner was on me. If you're ever in the area, I highly recommend treating yourself as they're probably the best fish and chips you'll ever taste.|
We intended to sit by the harbour to eat and make the most of the last of the sun. Unfortunately, the seagulls have other ideas. I wasn't aware that seagulls could be intimidating, that was until we came face to face with the ugliest monstrosity of a seagull I've ever laid eyes on. We were forced to take shelter but were left in peace to slowly eat ourselves into a food coma and drink beer.
The weather wasn't so great but it did provide the perfect opportunity to go to Rick Stein's Deli to stock up on chutney's/jam/groceries and buy some pressies etc! Being a massive foodie, I was in heaven!
|We had dinner at Rick Stein's pub, The Cornish Arms. We knew it would be a popular choice for all appreciators of good food and expected to wait a while before being seated.|
We woke up Monday morning to rain and grey skies so decided to have a bit of a 'go with the flow' sorta day. Truro seemed like the ideal place for lunch and a bit of shopping and by the time we'd arrived, the sun had made an appearance. It's a completely different place compared to the likes of Padstow and Fowey, less traditional, with high street shops and chain coffee bars.
We had hoped to get down to the beach for a BBQ but the weather put us right off that idea. We had a cottage BBQ instead which I dutifully cooked. We got cleared up, got our raincoats on and headed to the pub with the largest log fire.
We'd arranged to visit my godparents who've owned St. Michael's B&B in Marazion for a couple of years now. It's safe to say they've fallen to their feet and have taken to it like ducks to water.
|The private garden that seems to have three storeys gives breathtaking views right over to the lizard, not forgetting St Michael's Mount just a stone's throw away.|
Before setting out to Marizion, we'd come across The Old Customs House. It claimed to cater for anyone with allergies. Being veggie and gluten free, eating out can be tricky. I normally go for a fish dish (which I am in no way complaining about) or settle for whatever is left on the menu that I can eat. When we went to inquire, they were really accommodating and had provided plenty of options for me to choose from that catered for my needy needs.
|During this holiday, I've become a massive lover of chutney (weird and random, I know) They said they had gluten free bread so I took the chance to indulge in a cheese and chutney sandwich.... simple but utterly mouth watering...|
We wanted the last two days of the holiday to be spent at the beach sunbathing, surfing and eat ice cream. Needless to say the sunshine was greatly appreciated. Although Newquay is the surfing hotspot in Cornwall, it's a little commercialised for our liking and we love Harlyn Bay, just a short drive from Padstow.
I apologise for the lack of images showing us doing our thing on our surf boards... this is where you'll have to use your imagination because when you trust my mother with the role of photographer, you end up with 100's of half second videos and not a picture insight.
|Dad took control of dinner and offered up a feast of a selection of fish, salad and new potatoes. Who needs meat when you have all this fish right on your doorstep? |
We headed to Harlyn Bay for another full day of surfing... Unfortunately our aching bodies weren't so forgiving to the 8 hour car journey the next day.
The Cornish Arms with it's friendly, welcoming atmosphere was definitely our favourite place that we'd eaten over the week. Hence why we chose to go there again on our last evening. It seemed like everyone checking out the next day had the same idea because it was definitely much busier. We were all pretty hungry when we arrived and could stick out the 90 minute wait for a table or go straight to a table in the outdoor marquee. Food and rumbling tummies won, we got warm coats out the car and headed for the marquee.
|The lemon sole was to die for and I savoured every minute of eating it... such a foodie.|
We were all unarguably stuffed by the end of the main course but what's a last night without dessert? Dad and Meg were treated to sunken chocolate whilst mum put away lemon tart... one of my all time favourite desserts.
At this point I'd love to admit that I skipped desert and had a coffee.... but that would be a lie. I got stuck into some of the yummiest vanilla ice cream I've ever eaten... then we all attempted to walk back to the car with bulging tummies.
Home Time! We took one last walk around Padstow and picked up some breakfast for the journey before heading back south.
It's safe to say no one was particular keen on going home.
You may have noticed my love Rick Stein's food throughout this post. If you're in the area, why not check out one of his shops or treat yourself to a meal at one of his restaurants?