This week’s column comes from Newquay in Cornwall. I’ve been everywhere here on holiday and it is beautiful.
As I write this, I am waiting on an order of quesadillas, having slurped on a strawberry daiquiri. I have the food habits of a man, but the drinks order of a woman. If it is not a daiquiri, it will be a sweet Martini with lemonade.
Cornwall has many “wow” factors. These are beaches with sea views mainly. Most towns in every lane, down every road is selling fudge, scones and, of course, Cornish pasties. Everyone is indulging.
Every town seems to start with the letter P, too – Penzance, Padstow, Perranporth, Penryn and Polperro. I have not been to Cornwall since I was about 14 and I have had a great time. I have also learned things here.
For example, the seagulls take no prisoners. A young boy was eating a pasty on the beach of St Ives when one swept down and grabbed it from his hands. The seagull dropped it, which immediately saw a dozen of his cousins swoop in for a piece of the action.
I also learned that car parking is expensive. Majorly extortionate. Someone paid £55,000 for one car park space. One! Whoever sold that will be going away on a sunshine five-star holiday.
One of my favourite places, though, is Polperro. It is a quaint little fisherman’s village. Tiny, narrow lanes with the smallest of cottage-like houses.
Near that is the Minack Theatre. It is an open-air theatre, four miles from Lands End and was built by a woman called Rowena Cade. She carved Celtic designs into the cemented posts using a screwdriver.
She would also haul sand and huge beams from the beach to the top to complete her theatre. Some 15-foot wooden beams washed ashore from a shipwreck and Cade was asked if she had seen them.
She said she had taken them up to her theatre. No one believed her, but she was not joking. The Minack Theatre is a must-see. Another place to see is Porthcurno. I had to share the picture with you. Turquoise sea and stunning views..
I now return probably a few pounds heavier – all of it worth it, but the gym is calling to burn off the pasty, ice cream, cake and scones with clotted cream. But I certainly won’t be burning away the happy memories of Cornwall.