We’ve just returned from a wonderful vacation in beautiful Cornwall. Over the years I had seen many postcards and pictures of this magical place. Yet I do not think I was completely prepared for its simple beauty. Cornwall is wild and rugged, it is lush and green, rainy and misty. A land of myths and magic. It is a place of secret coves and smugglers caves; castles and cottages; pubs and inns; pasties and clotted cream; cobblestoned lanes and winding streets. And flowers – flowers, flowers everywhere. It was breathtakingly pretty, in an understated sort of way. Needless to say, I fell in love with the place and, me being me, instead of just being content that I have seen Cornwall and can move on to some other place … well, all I want to do now is go back again.
We stayed in a cottage in the small hamlet of Trennance – about a mile up the hill from Mawgan Porth.
We were lucky enough to visit many small towns and villages:
As you can appreciate, I cannot talk about all these places in one post. So I’ll spread out the posts throughout the summer and, hopefully, those of us dealing with sweltering heat will be cooled down by the gentle rain of Cornwall.