On stepping onto the platform at Paddington station earlier today, London was a complete assault on the senses; I see now that I didn’t truly appreciate the quiet of Cornwall, where the most frequently-heard sounds are lapping waves and the calls of (very fat) seagulls.
My window at the Llawnroc hotel (again, post coming soon) looked out over the picture-perfect village of Gorran Haven, which is made up of not much more than a tiny cove and a cluster of cottages seemingly unaffected by time: surely the epitome of peace.
Yesterday morning our little group strolled down to Gorran Haven’s teeny harbour to meet the Llawnroc’s fisherman, Rob, who is passionate about his trade and was more than happy to chat about it. He’d recently caught some lobsters and that night they appeared on the hotel’s specials menu in the form of a lobster risotto.
The latter part of our afternoon was spent exploring the north-coast village of Padstow and munching on traditional Cornish pasties. I might have also made time for a cheeky cider… Oh yes, Cornwall, you are rather perfect.
Thanks for all of the lovely comments on my post about the Lost Gardens of Heligan - I hope you enjoyed this one too! I have 2 more Cornwall-related posts to come next week, until then have a wonderful weekend!
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