A short weekend break with (for various reasons) no kids.
Easy journey down on the Friday night.
Saturday we woke to glorious sunshine - we managed to pick the hottest weekend of the year so
far. Into St Ives, which was really bustling but not overcrowded, in search of the "original" Miners pasty. The shop we'd seen them in before was open and we had two specially cooked for us. It wasn't worth it, they were horrible - despite what they said the jam at one end seeps into the meaty part. Yuk. A quick detour to have a look as St Uny Church. It's right next to a golf course and from there you have excellent vies across the estuary towards Hayle and miles of sandy beaches, and can also walk through a wonderful graveyard.
Drove down to Marazion and walked out to St Michaels Mount. The castle was closed till April but it's still a great experience walking out to the island, knowing that in a few hours the path you've just walked will be under water.
We then drove through Newlyn into Mousehole, a quaint little fishing village. Was told the story of the Mousehole cat but an over friendly shopkeeper who looked very disappointed that we didn't buy a book/cd/dvd of the story he'd just told us. Excellent pint in the Ship Inn, a very old pub that you could really imagine being frequented by sailors and smugglers hundreds of years ago. A plaque on the wall outside gave a poignant reminder of the Penlee Lifeboat disaster, the pubs landlord being one of the eight crew to perish that night.
Just driving around we spotted a sign for Logans Rock and decided it was worth a visit. It wasn't. We walked a mile or so through fields to find a rock - we're still not sure if we found it.
Saturday evening after eating in we had a quick drink in the bar at the camp before we visited relatives living locally.
On Sunday took the long slow way home, through Hayle and Portreath. Finding ourselves near St Agnes a quick phone call had a friend dropping everything to meet us in The Driftwood Spars, one of my favourite pubs.
A few pints later and it we continued home and discovered a little treasure. The Kingsley Food Village, right on the A30 about half an hour or so into the journey (look for the flags). It's a huge retail place but the massive food hall is full of stuff you won't find at your local supermarket - with loads of free samples and tasters to fill yourself up with for the journey home. We pay Little Chef prices when you can eat for free.!
Easy journey down on the Friday night.
Saturday we woke to glorious sunshine - we managed to pick the hottest weekend of the year so
far. Into St Ives, which was really bustling but not overcrowded, in search of the "original" Miners pasty. The shop we'd seen them in before was open and we had two specially cooked for us. It wasn't worth it, they were horrible - despite what they said the jam at one end seeps into the meaty part. Yuk. A quick detour to have a look as St Uny Church. It's right next to a golf course and from there you have excellent vies across the estuary towards Hayle and miles of sandy beaches, and can also walk through a wonderful graveyard.Drove down to Marazion and walked out to St Michaels Mount. The castle was closed till April but it's still a great experience walking out to the island, knowing that in a few hours the path you've just walked will be under water.We then drove through Newlyn into Mousehole, a quaint little fishing village. Was told the story of the Mousehole cat but an over friendly shopkeeper who looked very disappointed that we didn't buy a book/cd/dvd of the story he'd just told us. Excellent pint in the Ship Inn, a very old pub that you could really imagine being frequented by sailors and smugglers hundreds of years ago. A plaque on the wall outside gave a poignant reminder of the Penlee Lifeboat disaster, the pubs landlord being one of the eight crew to perish that night.
Just driving around we spotted a sign for Logans Rock and decided it was worth a visit. It wasn't. We walked a mile or so through fields to find a rock - we're still not sure if we found it.
Saturday evening after eating in we had a quick drink in the bar at the camp before we visited relatives living locally.
On Sunday took the long slow way home, through Hayle and Portreath. Finding ourselves near St Agnes a quick phone call had a friend dropping everything to meet us in The Driftwood Spars, one of my favourite pubs.
A few pints later and it we continued home and discovered a little treasure. The Kingsley Food Village, right on the A30 about half an hour or so into the journey (look for the flags). It's a huge retail place but the massive food hall is full of stuff you won't find at your local supermarket - with loads of free samples and tasters to fill yourself up with for the journey home. We pay Little Chef prices when you can eat for free.!
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