Cool Cats In St. Ives
As Gabrielle headed west to Fifteen in Watergate Bay, Larry ventures further along the coast, to St Ives, for a weekend in what he thinks is a classic Cornish cottage…
Browsing: Cornwall
A Cornwall Artscapade
“I don’t need to check your tickets, do I?” the inspector beams, before guffawing, as he enters the swanky Pullman Dining Carriage…
Pentillie Castle, Cornwall
Bed and Breakfasts; they ain’t what they used to be. The image of matronly landladies with all the charm and hospitality of a Stalag guard setting nine o’clock curfews is gone…
The Llawnroc, Cornwall
“Cornwall was baking, the hedgerows alive with the chirping of birds and the buzzing of arthropods…I could almost hear my skin peeling under the commanding rays of an unexpected summer sunbath.”
Down at Fraggle Rock
“It’s 295 miles to Truro. We’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of Twiglets; it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses…” Gabrielle discovers the child-like delights of Cornwall’s Roseland Peninsula…
The Cornwall Hotel & Spa
“I’m sat at the window of our room as I write. It’s the one sunny day we’ve had all week in Cornwall, and a gentle breeze wafts in through the broad knee-high sash window that opens to a view of lawns…”
The Falmouth Bay Seafood Cafe
“The 143 reviews on Trip Advisor turned out to be spot on – praising Valerie Thomson for her outstanding preparation of the finest seafood, partnered with her daughter Vicky’s warm and welcoming front of house.”
The Lugger, Cornwall
Portloe, so I read in the Lugger’s brochure, was described by Sir John Betjeman as ”one of the least spoiled and most impressive of Cornish fishing villages.”
The Scarlet Hotel, Cornwall
Lawrence and Mrs L spend a few gorgeous days in the warm embrace of The Scarlet, Cornwall’s cliffside luxury eco hotel, gazing at the sea views, soaking up the feel-at-home vibe and indulging in Ayurvedic spa treatments.
Surf’s Up, Dude
Cornwall has some of the best surf beaches in the world, including the surfing mecca of Newquay. With the arrival of warmer weather, perhaps a spot of sun, it was time to tear away and hit the waves…