If you follow me on Instagram then you will know I recently went to Cornwall from the many photos I’ve posted of my trip! It was my birthday on Monday 3rd April so my boyfriend took me away for a long weekend.
Cornwall is definitely my happy place. When I was younger I used to go to St. Ives in the Easter holidays around my birthday and I have some very fond memories of Cornwall. I hadn’t been back for a long time so I was really excited to return, especially in spring and on my birthday.
We arrived in Port Isaac around noon on Saturday and, feeling peckish after the long drive, we made a beeline for Cornish pasties. We didn’t have to go far as we were spoilt for choice when it came to places to choose from. Hot pasties in hand, we walked down to the harbour.
I was enjoying mine until I was attacked by a mahousive seagull! It was hilarious but also quite scary as I thought the seagull was going to fly away with me when it landed on my head! Luckily we managed to scare it away and I wolfed down my pasty, paranoid that his friends circling above me were going to swoop down too. The moral of the story of the story is, seagulls and pasties don’t mix well!
A traditional fishing village set amidst the rugged landscape of North Cornwall, Port Isaac is truly picturesque. After a lovely afternoon spent beachcombing for sea glass and exploring the galleries and shops in the sunshine, we couldn’t resist stopping for a cream tea at The Cornish Cove, before heading to Trelill.
Navigating the windy country roads, we eventually found the campsite where we were staying and collected the keys to our dreamy little Shepherd’s hut. It was a beautiful afternoon so we explored the 20 acres of woodland and took a rowing boat out on the freshwater lake created from an old quarry. With no one else there it was so peaceful and felt like paradise.
In the evening we headed back into Port Isaac for dinner at The Golden Lion, a cosy 18th century pub with views of the harbour, where we had fish and chips and watched the sun set over the sea. Back at the Shepherd’s hut we lit the wood burner and snuggled up with books and mugs of hot chocolate.
On Sunday morning we had a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon cooked on the little stove and made our way to Port Quinn. After skimming stones in the cove, we walked along the costal path edged with fragrant blossom and gorse flowers.
Having worked up an appetite, we drove to St Tudy Inn where my boyfriend had booked a table for lunch. Sat by the open fire, everything was beautifully presented and I loved the bright, slightly Scandi interiors. Seeing as it was Sunday I had roast pork, washed down with a fresh strawberry daiquiri (or two!) St Tudy Inn delivered its promise of rustic, tasty food using seasonal produce and I’d definitely recommend paying a visit if you’re ever in North Cornwall – I know I’ll be going back again!
Just about able to move, we wandered around the village of St Tudy before making our way to Polzeath to spend the afternoon on the beach, paddling and soaking up the sunshine. On the way back to Trelill we stopped off at Port Quinn again where we climbed up the cliff to watch the sun go down with a couple of drinks.
On the morning of my birthday we said goodbye to our Shepherd’s hut and drove to Rock where we took the water taxi to Padstow. Made famous by Rick Stein, Padstow is a charming seaside town and, yet again, we ate our way around it! We had pasties by the harbour for lunch, minus a seagull attack this time, and Cornish ice creams in the afternoon before taking the ferry back to Rock and heading home.
I’d never been glamping before but I really enjoyed it. It was great to escape from reality for a few days with no internet and only a field of cows for company. At the same time, there was hot running water and solar powered sockets so it had everything we needed and didn’t feel too removed from the modern world. We were really lucky with the weather as it was sunny all weekend but it would’ve been wonderful even in the rain.
A stunning setting and fabulous foodie destination, every time I go to Cornwall I fall in love with it a little bit more. It was the perfect place to turn 24 and I can’t wait to go back.