Quite a while back now, me and Sam took a trip down to Cornwall for a well-deserved mini break, just the two of us. No friends, family or responsibility. We packed up the essentials, some cooking gear and a surprisingly reliable pop-up tent and I was lucky enough to call shot gun for the drive down south.
First on the agenda was a trip to the Eden Project. Sam had never been before and I had been once when I was a pre-teen so couldn’t remember so much about it. We loved it, it really was a magical (and tiring!) day.
A smile from Sam? Definitely a magical day! (and me pre-haircut, scruffy woman!)
I don’t really know too much about plants and Sam is quite a keen gardener so it was lovely for me to discover things and Sam got to inflate his ego by explaining all things green-thumbed to me. It was also nice to seem him wowed by a lot there, it just proved that not even he knows everything (although it can often feel that way)! We were really lucky with the weather too, which really set us up for a fantastic first day of our Cornish adventure.
After out visit to the Eden Project, we ventured into nearby Fowey for food but unfortunately found that everything was booked up for weeks! Hungry but satisfied by the beautiful scenery, we ended up heading to a McDonald’s and treated ourselves to table service.
That night we stayed at a YHA campsite for the first night which was lovely enough but our tent placement left a lot to be desired and resulted in us sliding down to one end of the tent, leaving us slightly soggy, lopsided and covered in condensation.
Day 2 lead us to the serene St. Ives and us aimlessly wandering around, relaxing and filtering the salty air into our lungs. After a very stern warning from a local fudge shop assistant to hide from the seagulls, we could be found indulging in ice cream made with real Cornish clotted cream… I’m salivating just thinking about it again if I’m honest. We also stuffed ourselves stupid with seafood which if I’m perfectly honest, I didn’t find brilliant but I did enjoy the thought of eating fresh seafood in a little shack by the sea.
In keeping with the sea dog theme, we decided to get goofy and pose for a picture whilst getting splashed by the crashing waves behind us. On reflection of our chilled out day, as Sam was attempting to get his hunter-gather-heat-the-canned-meatballs-over-the-fire on, I realised that we were celebrating our 5th anniversary! He’d forgotten and I couldn’t even be mad, because I definitely had as well…
Next day, we went to visit Penzance where we saw a lot of high street shops.This confused me somewhat as I heard that Penzance was infamous, either I was oblivious or we didn’t see the right places – so that’ll have to go back on the list for our return. After Penzance, we headed back to St Ives where we took a boat trip to Seal Island, ate cream tea and bought sticks of rock. The boat trip was absolutely amazing and such beautiful weather for it to. It literally could’ve been in the middle of the Med. We were even lucky enough to see a few seals.
Our last day was a complete wash-out, but we found a really cool museum all about the mining culture/heritage of Cornwall called Heartlands. It was free to enter and stank heavily of philanthropy, but that’s a smell that is always welcome with us.
We loved camping so much, Sam’s now got a plan up his sleeve… I think this was the conception of our campervan conversion, but we’ll keep you posted on that.