The Cornwall Report Part 4

The last time I visited Cornwall, I discovered the Minack theatre and was awed by its breathtaking reality of a setting handcarved out of rock, by just one lady and two helpers. I rather hoped that no one would discover this and that I could keep the secret for myself. Now, the Minack is world famous. It's not as crowded as Picadilly Circus, but it is no longer a secret. It is still something special though, the first time you see it. As I sat at my vantage point from the cafe, I saw the Cornwall light sparkling on the water. I saw a lifetime of dedication carved into the rock. Nature generously draping her treasures over the framework of the theatre, like precious tapestries. So I realise that here, humans can work with nature in harmony to produce a beautiful result. It's not all bad.



Next to the Minack is one of my favourite beaches, Porthcurno:
It was very peaceful there.


White sand and feisty waves. How many places are there in the UK where I can take a photo like this, without millions of people crowding my, er Chloe's shot? ( I didn't take any of the photos. All Chloe's work he he)

It was cold though, in spite of the sunshine. Those who did go in sensibly put on proper gear. We thought these guys were funny, doing the barbecue thing and smoking out their wet suits at the same time.

The Cornwall Coast path picks up again to the west of the Minack. We didn't have to walk very far to get this view:
Cornwall really is like this. Miles and miles of beauty, and the people who make it down here, they are nice people.

And then we drove home (no, really, I like walking but not all the way!). When we got back, I did the old woman thing and decided to rest. Chloe took some photos of the farmyard animals at the neighbouring farm:


Just a little photo credit for the car we got for the trip:

It got christened 'Bo Lat'. For the Hokkien readers you'll know what I mean ;) Considering how many hairpin bends and 20 degree gradients we had to do, the little thing didn't actually die on us, just sputtered every now and again. Something else to thank God for!!

Tomorrow hopefully I will be able to finish the final report on Cornwall.

The Cornwall Report Part 3

The Food

Ah the Food. The breakfasts at Trezelah were always good. They even have pineapples like this one:


And all the food got eaten:


We also tried the food at Lamorna:


The verdict? Not bad. We had a lovely evening and I had no complaints. Chloe had a special grenadine drink: She had great fun stabbing the strawberries then eating them.

The Cornwall Report. Part 2

This time in Cornwall I discovered a new secret place. At Lamorna Cove its gorgeous granite stands proud and defiant against the inevitability of the sea’s power to erode. Nestled at the top is Lamorna Cove, the resort. Self catering apartments at incredibly reasonable prices (well for a Londoner it is), delicious little spa rooms, excellent food, everything I need to get away from it all without setting foot on a plane...



Rather a bit St Lucia, no? I had been tempted to fob people off with a little bit of misdirection and send them to the Carribean, it’s that beautiful, with the added beauty of wildflowers you would just not get in those hot sweaty islands. To walk to the cove itself we sweet talked our way into using their private path:



Then out of the blue, we get this view:



A little bit of heaven in Cornwall.

The Cornwall Report. Part 1.

The Cornwall report will come in parts because Chloe got bored of cropping the pictures for me.
We went to Cornwall because I was heartsick and sore from all this preparation for 'the Party' and because I felt I had just not spent enough time with Chloe. So I took five precious days out of my schedule to try to recharge my batteries in Cornwall, on the day the news of the swine flu/la grippe porcine broke around the world. We stayed at a lovely place called Trezelah. On the first morning there I was looking for my beloved daughter, to come to breakfast, and where was she? Hah. I find her filming the housecat.


Cats. They're always steal the show.

Back in my spaceship

I am home from Cornwall. The most important thing for me was to have spent time with Chloe. Over the next 31 days I will be pushing things up a gear or two which means that she won't have much time with me until the exam. I found that the guys can be single minded when it comes to the exam, so I need to be like that too. Otherwise I am not helping neither Chloe nor myself.