Mum’s alarm goes of at 8am, hurting my soul slightly. Even though its an hour and a half later than I’d usually get up on Friday, it’s still an ughhhhhh from me.
Luckily, mum gets in the shower first, which gives me half an hour to watch makeup tutorials and reviews. Even though I haven’t bought on piece of makeup with me. But it is payday…
While we get ready, I can smell the sweet, smoky scent of a fry up being cooked downstairs and it reminds me of the hella great breakfast I’ve ordered.
I mean, who doesn’t require a three course breakfast when they’re in Cornwall? Starting with half a grapefruit, then greek yogurt and then a fried breakfast with bacon, sausage, fried toast, egg, tomato and a hash brown. What a way to start the day.
Looking out of the little window by our breakfast table, it’s a sunny day. For now. But it’s not raining at this very second, which is no.1 a bonus since rain is forecast all weekend and no.2 means we’re going back to Port Isaac, which is very exciting because they do FAB cream teas. Yep, it’s still all about the food.
Sorting out my bag and our music selections, mum plugs in the sat nav and we get going. While we’ve been there before, we got seriously lost trying to get there, so this time we’re trying it the foolproof way. Trying.
The problem with Cornwall is that it’s a lot of tiny villages with tiny track roads in between. We do not like these roads. And that just so happens to be the way the sat nav sends us. At this point I’m so glad I’m not driving because I would TOTALLY be panicking, but at the same time I feel SO sorry for mum. After a lot of of braking and edging round hedges and trying to get out the way of a tractor on a road that is DEFINITELY NOT BIG ENOUGH FOR A TRACTOR, we make it out onto a main road, just as we approach Port Isaac. Well wasn’t that fun. Not going back that way then.
We get to the car park and exhale. That was pleasant. “If I still smoked I’d be having six right now”. Mum’s nice and chilled out then.
On the way here, all the clouds came out to play, so now it’s looking a bit… dangerous. Oh well, angry clouds make for good photos.
Fighting with my hood and hair and everything that’s just kind of flapping round, we head into the harbour. Everything is just so cute and quaint here, except the construction vans. Something we’ve learned here, is health and safety means NOTHING. Sure, get your flimsy wooden ladder and whack it up against an unsteady house while cars drive past inches from the food of the ladder. GOOD PLAN.
Okay so confession. I’m secretly 80. Doc Martin is filmed here and that’s why we’re here. I’m mentally old and I embrace it. But it’s not called Port Isaac in the tv show, it’s called Port Wenn. And there are signs for Port Wenn EVERYWHERE. This is so exciting (for me anyway). After exploring all the little lanes and shops that definitely see the tourists coming, the tide starts to go out, which not only means beach photos, but also beach dogs. And who doesn’t want that?
After making friends with a dog called Scampi, we start getting hungry, so we head to the Old School Hotel for that cream tea I’ve been waiting for. And oh my god it’s good. I much prefer Cornish cream teas to Devon these days. Mainly so I have every excuse to just load up on clotted cream before my jam, (I’m pretty sure thats the right way round) and don’t even get me STARTED on having sultanas in your scones. It’s a no from me.
But this one is good. REAL good. But I wasn’t as much of a champion as I was the last time I was here, only managing a mere 1.5 scones instead of my record of 3.
Looking out the window, it’s absolutely TIPPING it down. Could be our time to go then.
Of course as soon as we get in the car, the clouds break and the sun comes out. Obviously, but on our way out of Port Isaac, we spot a load of people in high-vis jackets with massive lights everywhere. What’s going on here then? Could it be THE FILMING OF DOC MARTIN?
After heading back towards Padstow on big, less nerve-wracking roads, it gets even brighter outside, and mum makes the suggestion of trying to go back to Constantine Bay, if the rain holds off.
For someone that used to live here, you’d think her memory of roads would be significantly better than it is. After going past the turning three times after we repeatedly turn it out, I’m the one to point out our junction. Come on, Mother.
The beach is pretty gloomy, with a brutal wind. The tide is all the way out, leaving it mostly slate, which looks weird but cool. Of course mum has to pick up some pretty slate for the garden. And that’s when the heavens open, cutting our beach trip very very short. This doesn’t feel much like April. After a very quick walk back to the car, we leave our coats in the back and blast the heaters to ATTEMPT to dry us off. In vain. We get back to the B&B feeling particularly…soggy. Cowering from the rain back in our room, we have a shower and warm up.
For dinner we head back to The Old Custom House and talk the night away. I love these sessions with mum, talking about everything, past, present and future for hours. Kinda gives me the warm fuzzies inside.