A Valentine’s trip to the far west: Beautiful Sennen Cove, Cornwall

I love Sennen. Love, love love. My favourite beach in the world? Gwenver, just across the bay from Sennen Cove. Yup.
sunset dog running sennen cornwall
I think I first went to Sennen in 1999 with my oldest friend Caroline. We took our surfboards, hers ‘Big Red’, mine ‘Swirly Purple’ that each matched our little cars. The first time I stood at the top of the path looking down to Gwenver beach I felt like I’d come home. Ever since then we’ve camped at Trevedra Farm, partied at the then Whitesands Lodge youth hostel, and now we’ve graduated to a gorgeous cosy cottage overlooking the sea. Sennen Cove is top of my list of places to ‘go on holiday’ in Cornwall: it’s a long way down (almost at Lands End) so it still has the sleepy, off the grid, “closed up for the winter” surfy vibe of Cornwall of 15 years ago.
Lands End Valentines day sign

So of course, for our first Valentine’s day as a marreeeed pair, I wanted to take my beau there for the weekend.

We drove down on Friday after work, and arrived to a lowering gunmetal sky with the whole bay awash with white water. We stopped in the road to take a picture: we’d seen no cars for a few miles. The feeling of reaching the last outpost of peace and extreme cosiness before falling into the Atlantic was just marvellous.

Where we stayed: Cormorant Cottage

Tents are not an option in February so I found the gorgeous Cormorant Cottage, an old fisherman’s terrace of 6 overlooking the sea. To find it you go beyond the lifeboat station, past the Roundhouse and on to the carpark, where the road ends and the coast path begins. The neat little cottage with its open fire, well planned kitchen and amazing shower (a treat for us, our shower at home is still attached with an elastic band) was just what we wanted. They’d even put fresh flowers out and a pint of milk to welcome us.


sennen from hill view cornwall
We’re a bit stupid though, and headed straight for the pub. The Old Success Inn has had a dramatic facelift recently, all painted white and pale blue, with bright lights over the bar for a beach hut feel. Last time it was mostly brown and lovably dingy and we crowded round the window to watch dolphins jumping in the bay outside. There seems to be some controversy over this makeover, but really, there’s not a lot of choice. It’s such a friendly and cosy pub, with little kids and other dogs wandering over to make friends, and everyone nodding and smiling at each other as the pub slowly filled up.

Views from our weekend in Sennen Cove for Valentines weekend 2015

Why romance is better without Rattler

I say we’re stupid because we don’t learn from our mistakes. We’re idiots. Why? Because Rattler. The devil’s juice. So delicious. So crisp, so much better than any other ciders. Not sippable – only gluggable. So evil. After half a pint we started shout-talking, by the end of the first pint I was ravenous for a second. We gleefully swilled down two pints laughing, talking nonsense and rocking about in our chairs before lurching home for our Marks & Spencers feast. So, so drunk. It is not romantic to be drunk, with slightly undercooked fish pie smeared down my top, dancing to Liberty X in front of the fire, while my dear husband passed out on the sofa. Rattler. It’s not the first time. It’s not even the fifth or sixth time things have gone wrong after Rattler.

cliff walk to lands end

The monstrous hangover I faced on Saturday morning threatened to derail the romance weekend further. The Peeb had also got confused about ‘no Valentines presents’ and thought that also meant ‘no cards’. It never means that. Valentine’s cards are the best card of the lot, especially when they include a hand written poem. (His did.) Moving on from that, we got our boots on and set out on the coast path right outside the front door and walked round to Lands End and on to Nanjizal or Mill Bay. Stunning. We saw a big grey seal just hanging out in the surf.lands end coast path view

Monstrous hangover beaten by Bloody Mary

We turned inland, and found our way to The First and Last Inn because they were the only pub around showing the rugby. We arrived at 2:03pm so the “kitchen was closed”. We made lunch out of a Bloody Mary for me, a couple of rank pork pies and Dairylea slices (unexpectedly delicious) from Costcutter. And a bag of salty peanuts… Happy Valentine’s Day. Two good things happened in the pub: the Bloody Mary trounced my hangover and we won the game.

hill run down to sennen cove cornwall

We headed back down to Sennen Cove, along the path opposite Costcutter, and cut across to come down over the huge dunes to the beach. Sprinting down a steep sandy path is the best fun: the fastest, most effort free, crazy-legged run down to the beach.happy beach dog sennen cove sunset


After our sunset walk and dog party, we stopped in the pub for a pint of Strongbow, then headed home to the cottage to watch The Bodyguard (my first time. Loved it). Having an open fire is so atmospheric – it crackles and pops and whumfs. And was bloody hot. Fantastic.

lands end sunset cornwall The weekend continued in this way, with the wind dropping and sun shining on us on Sunday. We sat on the beach being gently warmed by the rays in the morning, ate the pretty good carvery at the Old Success Inn, napped blissfully in the cottage, and listened to the sea breathing the Lion’s Breath. It was a beautiful weekend that felt like a proper holiday.
lifeguard hut sunset sennen cove

Thank you for reading. If you have lovely Sennen memories / Rattler confessions / Liberty X dance tips, please drop me “just a little” note in the comments below. x
Walking back to our guests

Our cliff top Cornish wedding – part 2

OK so to carry on with the tale, I’m going to tell you about where we got married.

We wanted a wedding where we could get all our loved ones in one place, and spend as much time as we could all together. We looked at country house type venues, and barns with accommodation, but we were put off by the amount of hard work those weddings can be. So my mum somehow Derren Browned me into loving a particular hotel, with stunning views, Danish design (very important for us) and a cliff top location that even in a serious storm is both stunning and cosy at the same time.

Our venue

We chose, of course, the Polurrian Bay Hotel in Mullion. The food, the booze, the organisation (it seemed very laid back but they were working like machines to get everything flowing seamlessly) and the location were just the stuff of dreams. I’ve never had an idea in my head of my ‘dream wedding’ at all, but what that hotel gave me was better than anything I could have thought of. The team including Clare, Sarah and Johann and of course the chefs in the kitchen are all awesome and I know every single one of the guests loved every minute of their stay. We had the whole place to ourselves for the weekend, with almost everyone arriving on the Friday evening (boozy partying until 3am? Ooops) and staying to wave us off on Sunday lunchtime. We walked the coast path, and down to the cove to see the waves, and it was all just so relaxing and special and intimate… and while that is a lot to do with our friends and family – the hotel staff were brilliant too.

  • Winter wedding walk Cornwall Another quiet moment for our guest Birds eye view of the coast winter wedding cornwall Bride and Groom sneak off to walk the dog Cliff top Cornish wedding Cliff top wedding Cornwall sunset Clifftop wedding Cornwall winter wedding at sunset Dancing begins Dress detail Everyone loves a wedding ceilidh Good luck hug Hair getting done He puts a ring on it Holding hands during the ceremony Lacing the dress is a serious business Left holding the bouquet More and more paperwhite flowers My wedding flowers Nazan sees me for the first time Nosy bride spies  out the window Old friends Our dog at our wedding Paperwhites everywhere simple and elegant Paperwhites from the Scillies everywhere Pics at sunset Romance is catching at weddings Sunset view Polurrian Bay hotel wedding Swinging Ceilidh band The Tinners Table settings winter wedding cornwall Tears and love on our wedding day in Cornwall Terrace and amazing sunshine in November The ceremony room The last photo still dancing The view out of my window at the Polurrian Walking back to our guests Walking to marry my husband We got married We kissed for an indecent amount of time We went for a walk Wedding cake detail Wedding cake with anenomes and silver Wedding ceilidh in Cornwall The Tinners Wedding flowers holding hands Wheres our dinnerThe highlights for me were:
  • Trekking down a tiny cliff path for those cinematic shots of Alan’s and cutting my toe on a bramble, and having to wrap grass around my toe to keep blood off my dress…
  • Glasses of fizz on the terrace when the deed was done and the party begun
  • A delicious meal of crab and smoked salmon tian, followed by roast chicken with wild mushrooms, and then the epic cake…
  • Our Cornish band, the Tinners, who ceilidh us up a good ‘un. I didn’t expect so many people to dance…
  • My Dad’s face when I came down the stairs
  • That lovely hour or so of my Mum pinning flowers in my hair
  • Seeing my fiance at the end of the aisle waiting for me
  • My nieces singing for us, and playing the guitar and being generally awesome
  • My sister’s song for us which was very Danish and very much fun and beautifully written
  • The speeches, both the planned and the unplanned…

The only thing I might have changed is to perhaps go away not immediately after the wedding. We left the next day at noon, but it felt too soon, and I wonder if we had trapped everyone there we could have extended the party for a couple more days..?! But we did go and had many adventures around Cambodia and Vietnam. But that is a story for next time.

Nighty night.

PS. Our Reading: I can’t find the link any more! So here it is, reproduced for your reading pleasure. I didn’t write this and there are shorter versions all over the place, but this is the long one. It’s not really Apache but written by screenwriter Albert Maltz for the movie Broken Arrow in the 1940s apparently. It was read to us during the ceremony by my friend Emily who is frikken wonderful. Here is the reading, perfect for non-religious, atheist and humanist wedding ceremonies if you ask me.

An Apache Blessing

May the sun bring you new strength by day,

May the moon softly restore you by night,

May the rain wash away your fears,

And the breeze invigorate your being,

May you, all the days of your life together,

Walk gently through the world and know its beauty.

Treat yourselves and each other with respect,

and remind yourselves often of what brought you together.

Give the highest priority to the tenderness,

gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves.

When frustration, difficulties and fear assail your relationship,

as they threaten all relationships at one time or another,

remember to focus on what is right between you,

not only the part which seems wrong.

In this way, you can ride out the storms,

when clouds hide the face of the sun in your lives,

remembering that even if you lose sight of it for a moment,

the sun is still there.

And if each of you takes

responsibility for the quality of your life together,

it will be marked by abundance and delight.

Now you will feel no rain,

For each of you will be shelter for the other,

Now you will feel no cold,

For each of you will be warmth to the other,

Now there is no more loneliness,

For each of you will be company for the other,

Now you are two persons,

But there is only one life before you.

Go to your dwelling,

Enter into the days of your life together

And may your days be good and long upon the earth

PPS. I realise I have said more about the peoples and things that made the wedding, rather than the feelings and the emotions of the day, but that is because that stuff is hard to write down. Maybe for another time. x

Our winter wedding in Cornwall

Our Cliff Top Winter Wedding in Cornwall

Well, well well. It’s been a while… how you doin’? I am just great, and a wife! It’s been a life changing few months and yet it all feels very normal and comforting to call ‘husband!’ and my beloved responds “WHAT????!!!!!  WHAT DO YOU WANT, WIFE?” and then we have a row about nothing and all is well. It’s not really like that I’m making it all up.  I might as well confess I’m reading Gone Girl at the moment and I’m half way through (read til 2am it was annoyingly intriguing) and I think this is affecting my storytelling of the wedding ding ding ding!

Our winter wedding in Cornwall

Why brides don’t cry on their wedding day

Anyway. I’m going to gush now. It was just the most perfect day, a perfect weekend and I was so happy the whole time I beamed and loved everyone and everything so so so much I was bursting. I felt so blissfully happy the whole thing went so smoothly, I didn’t notice anything that went wrong – even when I was informed of some teeny thing to do with the table plan I didn’t even understand the problem until last week. It was so great. I always cry and didn’t for so long that my husband asked me if I was dead inside.

Lacing the dress is a serious business

All the uncontrollable wedding variables went well

The most important things all were amazing: my husband turned up (win!), the weather was fully sunny and no wind = 14 degrees Celsius at the end of November (beers on the terrace in t-shirts weather) my dress felt amazing and my hair didn’t annoy me, the dog didn’t poo during the ceremony and no one died.

Nazan sees me for the first time

Oh my god, the cake, the perfect cake

The hotel staff were awesome, everything ran smoothly.. The cake arrived safely from London  and was a work of art and the most delicious cake ever tasted. It was made by my best girl Nazan who is a genius cake maker of wedding cakes and others too (all amazing) and if you’re well jel of the pictures then go over and talk to her at Daisy Cakes (tell her I said hi). I showed her the venue last April and she came up with the design as a surprise for me… silver leaf was the Cornish sea crashing on the cliffs, and the twining vine of ivy and beautiful anenomes was for me as they are my favourite flowers. She made two types of sponge – a dark chocolate ganache and a lemon one with lemon curd which were so delicious. It was a masterpiece. She is the talk of London town, and has tonnes of awards and so if you want her, don’t dally.

Amazing wedding cake by Daisy Cakes Greenwich

Enough about London – it was a Very Cornish Wedding

Everything else was Cornish. We had Alan Law, who’s so amazing at wedding photography, Al’s now teaching the rest of ’em how it’s done (in a very nice, charming way I’m sure with plenty of giggles). Voted among the top 30 wedding photographers in the world, Alan Law was the perfect choice because we just can’t get enough of the photos – we keep poring over them and they are just the BEST memory of the day I could have asked for. I chose him because I love his style, and when I browsed his gallery of 2013, the emotion he captured moved me to tears. So I also proclaim him a genius, just like Nazan. Are you sensing a theme here?!

Nosy bride spies out the window

I chose my dress well over a year before the wedding, at Amanda K in Truro. It was off the peg – the last one in the shop  (I’m a bit of a cheapskate when it comes to wedding dresses, I got it for a BARGAIN but won’t say anymore or Amanda might tell me off). I went down the route of investigating the eBay made-in-Chinas but got it on good authority that the cheapie ones often don’t photograph well. I thought I’d better give myself every chance of a few nice photos so I shopped around for a long time until I found this dress which truly made me feel amazing. The top was a separate thing and together I think they were perfect for me. I do think my ass looked rather too bootylicious in the pics but I think Alan was using his Nicky Minaj lens at those times maybe..? Yes. *eats 14th gingernut, nodding sagely*.

He puts a ring on it

Wedding dress dilemmas and a skinny-trouser-addict groom

Anyway, the dress was so perfect it didn’t need altering (just shortening at the hem), which was handled expertly by the magical fingers of Maria the Seamstress of Ponsanooth. I took her the Peeb’s suit for altering – the trousers came unlined, tweed! Itchy or what?? So Maria shortened and tightened and lined his slim cut tweed suit trousers slightly skinnier – and then he asked her to go skinnier again – until he was happy. He does love skinny trousers maybe a little too much BUT he was actually right, and Maria and I should say sorry for mocking him – he looked 100% f-ing fantastic on the day in all his finery. Don’t you think?

Tears and love on our wedding day in Cornwall

I should talk about the rings but I did here so only need to add that I found mine online and it was difficult to find something that went with my 100 year old diamond engagement ring, but I totally copied my friend who had an off-centre, channel set sort of eternity ring and they looked amazing together. So that was that.

I realise I have gone on a bit long for one post now.. read the next installment to find out about the venue, the band, and anything else I think of between now and then.. And if you want to ask me anything, please do, I won’t mind, even if you think it’s a bit nosey, just ask me and I may just dish.

Sunset on top of Carn Brea

The night I became a medieval princess at Carn Brea Castle.

Carn Brea Castle sunset

One night in August I had a surreal dining experience. When we left,  I said to the Peeb,  ‘did that really just happen?’.  You see,  we’d been up the ‘brea’ to the Carn Brea Castle restaurant.

In case you can’t guess,  the Carn Brea Castle Restaurant is a restaurant in a castle on the top of an enormous granite mountain called Carn Brea.

We’d been walking up there before and it was hard to believe the beautiful ancient Castle growing out of the rock in the middle of nowhere could function as a restaurant..  But with a petrol powered generator and some battery fairylights and candles anything is possible. Clambering up the tiny stairs to the roof in the pitch dark was the first part of the fun. (We were early so waited for our table out on the roof, as you do.) The view from up there is breathtaking, especially when the sun is setting. We were bold on the way back down to our table, where food was the incentive for the climb down.


We sat by a single candle and a tiny window in the 2ft thick stone wall, overlooking the sea.  We saw the stars come out one by one and the sea fade to nothing in the distance. Over delicious home made hummus and warm bread, smoky baba ganoush and olives so good we shared the last one, we settled into this amazing place.

It was one of those unique and special experiences that don’t seem to be quite real. You know the ones I mean: where strangers smile at each other because it’s so weird and cool and everything is delicious. It’s pretty romantic there too,  and I imagine in the winter with the huge log fires ablaze it would be even more so.

We ate perfect grilled lamb chops, with delicious crispy edges. The salad tasted like Mediterranean salads of childhood holidays (lots of lemon juice), and rice.  I was in heaven. It reminded me a little of Beyti, the Turkish grill restaurant, on Newington Green Road near one of my places in London. I’d spied the other tables getting baklava petit fours so we swerved dessert and had coffee instead.  The Peeb doesn’t like baklava so I had four morsels to myself: coconut, chocolate, and pistachio flavours encased in the finest flaky filo pastry and a not-too-sweet or overly-sticky syrup.

When we left we stood in the darkness for a while, on a boulder on the edge to survey our kingdom and the lights of Redruth. I tried to take a picture of the stars (which didn’t work). On the way back to the car I really felt like I had been to a fairytale feast (albeit Jordanian in flavour) in a hunting lodge from an Arthurian legend.

One thing to think about was the owner’s suggestion that we hire the place at New Year, bring our friends, some sleeping bags,  and have the most atmospheric and unforgettable New Year’s Eve party of all time. I could just imagine settling down to sleep, listening to the wind howl as the candles got low,  and getting The Fear from ghost stories…

Price wise the meal was about £7 a starter, £16 a main, and a 250ml glass of wine was about a fiver. It’s not cheap but it’s totally romantic and unique. I’d love to go back..  But I wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out to be all a dream.

Misty Carn Brea

Shepherd’s Hut Trip to the White Peak, Derbyshire

View from the New Hanson Shepherd's Hut

View from our Shepherd’s Hut at New Hanson Farm

Back when it was summer – remember that? Not very long ago anyway, we went on a romantic minibreak to the Peak District. I’ve not seen that much of the UK in my travels so far, I’ve always gone away rather than explored our very beautiful local land-mass. So I was beside myself with excitement to travel off up to Bristol, then onward to the ‘gateway’ to the peaks, Ashbourne. We drank an unexpectedly excellent coffee over looking the square, then went on a knee-tremblingly exciting trip around Waitrose. (I’m from Cornwall. It’s really really exciting ok? You should have seen me in Milton Keynes’ H&M last week, I was nearly in tears there was TOO MUCH CHOICE. I couldn’t decide, and didn’t buy anything.)

Lovely coffee in the square at Ashbourne

Ashbourne Square – a great place for coffee and watching the market being set up.

Anyway, back to the trip… saving up every day of holiday this year for our honeymoon in December has been tough (first world problems) so we took two days off and went off to stay in the middle of nowhere in a beautiful shepherd’s hut.

Staying in a Shepherd’s HutThe two shepherd huts

The New Hanson shepherd huts are traditional huts which have been refurbished and are super cosy. There’s no electricity but there’s a plug near the shower area where you can charge your phone if you like.

Cosy shepherd hut interior

There was a gas cooker (camping style but nice) and plenty of little LED lanterns to hang around the place in the evenings (fine for reading by). The log burning stove was teeny and so cute – I’m sure in the winter it would make the hut ridiculously toasty.

There was one other hut in the field there, of a similar size, but that one didn’t take doggies. So the field with just two huts and plenty of space for a couple of tents would be a great place to go with a group of walking friends, plus kids in tents.

A tiny dresser completes the interior

The showstopper of the shepherd hut experience was the breakfast basket, delivered to the door containing a thermos of strong coffee, a pretty china milk jug which I wanted to steal (but didn’t) TWO chunky bacon rolls each, sauces, and pretty embroidered napkins and lovely vintage-esque crockery. Such a treat. Unwrapping the goodies inside felt as exciting as  Christmas morning.
Sheep escaping after dinner at The George

 What we ate, where

Ducks gatecrashing our Tissington picnic

Watch out for ASBO ducks.

We were only there for two nights and as it was our main holiday this summer, we didn’t stay in and cook our meals, instead we ventured out to a pub which looked nice but Tripadvisor warned was expensive… It was. But it was top quality… really really excellent. I had bangers and mash and it was exactly what I needed after a long day’s walking. I realise now after my Ben’s Cornish Kitchen post I’m going to have to think of some more adjectives to illustrate how delicious, perfect and delicate morsels of fine food can be.

In fact the pub, The George at Alstonefield, was so good we returned the following night and ate three courses as well as the cheeseboard. We ate steaks and lamb chops and crispy brawn with langoustines and for dessert, the  “rhubarb Bakewell tart, custard, poached rhubarb, rhubarb sorbet”: I hate rhubard usually (too sour) but this was the best dessert I’d put in my face for a long time. It was the kind of dessert that makes the filthiness of sugar-overload desserts worth succumbing to.

Walking the Dovedale Ravine Walk

Dipping our toes in Dovedale Ravine

The rest of the time, when we weren’t eating at The George, we walked a fabulous walk to Dovedale Ravine. We left on foot from the shepherd’s hut and walked via the Dovedale river path, via Ilam Park (that’s i-lam, not 11am) and onto the Peveril of the Peak hotel where they gave us pints of cider and rang the only local cab driver to come and fetch us and drive us back to the hut.  We had walked several miles (5 or 6) so we were fine with not walking the whole way. It was a really hot day. And the cab driver was great fun, and we sang Beatles songs together… Feel free to mock our lack of stamina!

The peak district is ridiculously beautiful.

The best bits were the huge sandwiches we ate at the National Trust cafe at Ilam House, and dandling our hot tired toes in the icy water by the stepping stones at Dovedale Ravine.

Cycling the Tissington Trail

Happy on my hired bike

The next day, we were extremely dare-devil-like and adventurous and hired bikes from Ashbourne to cycle the Tissington Trail, which is a flat-ish bikes only trail from Ashbourne in the south up to Parsley Hay. We just went to Tissington and back, and ate our Waitrose feast on a lawn by the church in Tissington. Two greedy ducks came to steal a bit of lettuce.

Tissington has beautiful architecture

Tissington Hall

Greedy ducksThe highlight of the bike day was the amazing tunnel in Ashbourne, which we saved for the last bit of the bike trip. Having been directed from the bike hire shop by a very helpful man (who sounded so much like Dave (Craig Cash) from the Royle Family it was freaky), we sailed into the tunnel. We really enjoyed whooping and yelling with the incredible acoustics and were terrified by the steam train sounds that play in the dark, cavernous dripping tunnel. It was a great end to a great weekend, and I can’t wait to go back for some more hiking, and if I’m brave – some more cycling.The spooky tunnel at Ashbourne

Walking up Trencrom Hill.

The walk up Trencrom Hill with the view to Marazion

View of the south coast and St Michael’s Mount

Trencrom Hill is a place for reflection.

View to the north coast, Hayle estuary and Godrevy in the distance.

We reached the top of Trencrom Hill

Reached the top of the top.

One grey Sunday we decided to find a hill and walk up it. We’d been up Godolphin Hill, I’d been up Carmenellis, and a favourite hill is Carn Brea obviously – that’s the one with the monument to Lord Basset/de Dunstanville and the beautiful Carn Brea Castle.

Trencrom hadn’t even made it onto my hill radar – and driving around since I’ve failed to spot it. Near the A30 by St Ives, it’s about 5 minutes drive up from Lelant roundabout to the tiny National Trust car park. Impressive granite outcrops line the twisting, steep path to the plateau – it’s not that much of a climb but the view from the top is HUGE.

Part of the ancient St Michael’s Way from Lelant to Marazion, Trencrom Hill must have been a place to rest with a pasty on the day’s walk from coast to coast for a very, very long time. It’s got that peaceful and majestic feeling that you get with granite boulders lying around on a hilltop.  I plan to return and do at least half of the 12 mile walk, probably starting at Trencrom Hill and ending up in Hayle.Cornish Hair. Walking in the Cornish mizzle does wonders for my barnet I must say.

Any suggestions of more hills for me to climb purposefully in Cornwall would be most welcome. x

Marazion dog birthday

About my new favourite pub in Marazion.

Duckie (the dog) was two on Tuesday, so we combined her birthday with a trip down to Newlyn to investigate a jeweller down there, who specialises in bashed, battered, sandblasted wibbly-edged wedding rings. Fiance is not a jewellery man, and for a while didn’t want to wear a wedding ring when we get married – but he’s since changed his mind. He’s a romantic and thinks it’s a nice symbol of togetherness… I agree and so we found this amazing jeweller. We got the ring size right, and ordered one then and there in his noisy workshop with Duckie stinking the place out (no one complained but I felt pretty bad for them).

To celebrate, we walked the Duck on the sand dune bit at the top of Marazion beach (no dogs allowed til October… makes me so angry but that rant is for another time). Then, we trundled along to the recently refurbished Godolphin Arms. We’d been before but this second time it actually inspired me to start this blog – it was so, so, so good. The food, the setting, the view, the sunset. It was awesome. They even brought the stinky mutt a bowl of water with ice cubes in it… and four dog biscuits on her own little saucer.

It was cold so we sat inside (forgot to bring coats, we’re not Cornish-weather-minded yet) but we could still see the stunning view through the enormous bi-fold doors onto the glass-rimmed deck. We ate the special roast loin of pork with garlic mash and red cabbage (£12) and had a very good glass of house red wine (don’t know how much) and it was amazing.  Definitely going to take visitors there next time they descend.

We need to pick up the wedding ring in 3 weeks when they’ve crafted it – perhaps we’ll combine that with another trip to the pub. The dog will be allowed to run and play on the empty beach then too. Yay.