I’ve been waiting for this weekend away since the last one, about two years ago. We’re heading back to our favourite B&B, the Althea Library, which we ADORE.
Waking up at 6:30 is suddenly a lot easier than it is when I have to go to work. After a quick shower and a slice of toast, we jump in the car and off we go. For the next four hours. On the road. At least I’m not driving. I’ve essentially wimped out since I haven’t done a big motorway since my crash, I decided this wasn’t a good time to start.
After a quick stop halfway for a bacon roll, we roll into Padstow at about 1pm, ready for a nap. The thing about Padstow is there are quite a lot of hills and one-way streets *shudder*.
Settling in quickly and unloading my bag, we head out to explore. Now my mum is basically obsessed with Rick Stein. That’s basically why we’re here. Because he’s got like 6 shops, cafes and restaurants here. So obviously, we do a lil tour of them. Starting at the furthest away, we work our way back. Mum drags me into the big shop, where everything is fish themed and VERY expensive. But they also sell donuts, which makes it better. After running away from the steep prices, we stumble across Rick Stein’s delicatessen, which means one this. MACARONS. And these giant meringues. Just LOOK at them.
While walking around the harbour we come across a busker. A scruffy looking Cornish man, who then asks me to take a photo of him and my mum as she throws some coins into his guitar case. He finishes this request with “tidy yourself up, look at that ginger mess”. I for one found this HILARIOUS. She basically just paid him to be called a ginger tramp. She’s not even ginger.
By now it’s time we had a bit of food. We head to our old favourite, The Old Custom House for a quick lunch-dinner-thing. It’s got to be the Camembert, surely? Plus we’re sat by the window, which makes all of our food look super photogenic. (I feel like this post is gonna have loads of food photos. I’m not sorry.)
We sit and plan out our next couple of days. Tomorrow we’ll go back to Port Isaac if it’s not raining (and probably even if it is), hopefully without getting lost this time. And then maybe Constantine Bay. We’re also gonna do the Eden Project, but since that’s half inside, that’s a serious “torrential downpour” option. But looking at those clouds, that could be an emergency option. Taking a pretty speedy walk back to our B&B, with a quick detour through the churchyard. It sounds really REALLY weird, but headstones are really good way of testing out your new lens. And snails apparently.
After mum finishes talking to a cat she found, we head back inside and get cosy. We’ve got a couple of hours til dinner, so it’s time to catch up with comments and maybe have a cheeky Lush bath. Yeah. Let’s do that. I run my bath and get my Lush Easter Carrots out. Going back into the bathroom, I take a look in the tub and find weird black bit floating around. Oh. Maybe a shower it is. But it’s fine because the shower is super nice. With all the little lotions and potions you could ever want. And a mirror with lights round the outside. Because now I can pretend I’m a movie star.
Whacking on a jumper and jeans, we head out to a local pub for some Cornish pub food. Which means fish and chips. Probably the first of many this weekend. We sit back after filling our faces. We have three nights here. Away from work, people, stress. For a proper mother-daughter weekend. Bliss.