Cornwall, cream tea, England, fishing villages, Mevagissey, photography, Portloe, St. Mawes, travel, vacation
While in Cornwall, we rented a car and drove around the tiny fishing towns with crazy names, risking life and limb on teeny tiny little roads in tin-can stick-shift cars. The entire coast is linked by a hiking trail, so we would drive to a town, park, stroll around and then do a little walking along the coast. If I saw a new bird, I’d freak out (15! 15 new birds in one weekend!); otherwise, we’d have a calm, brisk walk around the town and environs before moving onto the next. All the towns were all notable for their small population, their quaint huts, and their flotilla of itty-bitty fishing boats tied to the winches in the harbours.
My personal favorite was Portloe, which was the tiniest (the middle row and bottom-right photos above are Portloe). We got lunch in St. Mawes, cream tea in Portloe, and dinner in Mevagissey – so that might have something to do with it. But Portloe was (despite a centrally-located parking lot), also the most meticulously maintained, relentlessly perfect town of the bunch. I know that fishing is dangerous and there’s actually a lot of deprivation in Cornwall, in part due to depleted fishing stocks. But damn, its hard to think that life is anything but perfect in these places.
My brother: What are you reading?
Me: Franny’s blog.
Brother: What’s she blogging about?
Me: How cute Cornwall is.
Brother: Are you going to post a comment on her Cornwall?
does your brother still do his webcomic? because if so, that should be one, with your little cringey face saying “the worst!”
Sadly, he’s taken an indefinite hiatus from the webcomic. He was still doing new ones weekly until early last year: http://comic.jamesielliott.com/