Cornwall - Day Two
We left Cheddar early and headed South-West along the M5, and then the A38 through Devon towards Cornwall. The A30 is a sensational dual-carriageway that rises and falls through the hills of Devon. There was little traffic on the road (being an early Sunday morning)... we ended up having lunch in St Austell.
St Austell is a lovely town perched on a hillside just a mile or so inland from the coast. It is also home to Cornwall's biggest brewery. We had lunch at a cafe in the centre of town, and Lucas got to stretch his legs in the car-free streets. Lucas has just began to run now.. which makes looking after him a tad more difficult. We have got him a new big blue winter coat.. he is very much a 'Paddington Bear' look-a-like these days.
After lunch we took various B-roads north-east to Padstow.. now christened 'Padstein' after guru chef Rick Stein has opened a few restaurants in the small town... creating a new wave of gourmet tourists who are apparently taking over the town.
Even though the sun came out, the wind was still howling... so it was necessary to rug up! We retreated to a nice pub near the waterfront for a St Austell Ale, "Tribute" and an opportunity to warm up.
After that we drove to the Youth Hostel at Treyarnon Bay, a tiny settlement perched on the cliffs overlooking the Atlantic(Treyarnon is close to Constantine Bay). The winds that night were probably the strongest I have ever experienced...and that includes being stuck on Mt Hotham in the middle of a blizzard.
St Austell is a lovely town perched on a hillside just a mile or so inland from the coast. It is also home to Cornwall's biggest brewery. We had lunch at a cafe in the centre of town, and Lucas got to stretch his legs in the car-free streets. Lucas has just began to run now.. which makes looking after him a tad more difficult. We have got him a new big blue winter coat.. he is very much a 'Paddington Bear' look-a-like these days.
After lunch we took various B-roads north-east to Padstow.. now christened 'Padstein' after guru chef Rick Stein has opened a few restaurants in the small town... creating a new wave of gourmet tourists who are apparently taking over the town.
Even though the sun came out, the wind was still howling... so it was necessary to rug up! We retreated to a nice pub near the waterfront for a St Austell Ale, "Tribute" and an opportunity to warm up.
After that we drove to the Youth Hostel at Treyarnon Bay, a tiny settlement perched on the cliffs overlooking the Atlantic(Treyarnon is close to Constantine Bay). The winds that night were probably the strongest I have ever experienced...and that includes being stuck on Mt Hotham in the middle of a blizzard.
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