In the blurred eyes of many Brits, Cornwall carries of reputation for unpleasant camping, rain forecasts and an abundance of meat pasties. And what a (quite literally) clouded judgement this is. The quaint grasslands, harbours and villages of Cornwall are in fact, some of the few remaining places in England which exhibit our land in its natural glory.
The final stretch of our journey to Cornwall (a much needed family getaway), was characterised by cobbled roads, panoramic views, and a complete loss of mobile and internet signal. It was almost as if we were moving back in time; capturing a glimpse of what life may have looked like before the Industrial Revolution came into play.
Cornwall is a majestic jigsaw of fishing towns and farmlands, offering tourists the perfect tour of some of its most magnificent views. The first of our escapades was to the small town of Penzance. Here we enjoyed a stroll along its sea front, greeted in intervals by delightfully fresh gusts of air.
Our view from the sea front was a stunning stretch of open water, momentarily intercepted by an island which showcased an ancient looking castle at its peak. This island we later familiarised as St. Michael’s Mount when opting to visit it two days later.
The journey to the Mount was an Oz-esque ‘Yellow brick road’. To get to the island, visitors must walk along an elegant stretch of stone path which sits of the sand whilst the tide is out. Alternatively, by the time you leave the island, you have two options: sail or swim. As once the tide has come in, the yellow brick road is nowhere to be seen.
The Mount hosts a gorgeous collection of gardens and ancient history. Notably, the steep cobbled ascent to its prized house rewarded us with an idyllic view of the surrounding green land and coastal gems.
Another of the momentous spectacles of our stay was that of Porthcurno Beach: a spot which boasts picture perfect golden sands and turquoise waters. This magnificent view was the backdrop to a musical production of Sweeney Todd hosted by the Minack Theatre. The Minack is one of Britain’s few open air theatres, and no doubt, the best. Equally, if you are lucky enough to be one of the 800 audience members at the venue, you can expect to be transported quite magically by the distant flush of waves, sea gulls and romantic sun set during the performance.
St Ives Harbour made the perfect destination for a summer’s morning. On route to the harbour, we enjoyed a walk through several promenades of bakeries, antique shops and a fudge parlour which sold the most delicious sweet treats (some even with a vegan twist to my delight).
Although we saw only a proportion of Cornwall, our short stay was just long enough to inhale the tranquility and beauty of Cornish life, whilst offering the perfect momentary escape from reality.