From Coverack, Cadgwith and down to Kynance Cove, these picture-postcard locations are awash with colour and full of character. Gloriously bathed in the summer sunshine, they fizz with boundless energy from enthusiastic cream tea hunters and beach fanatics.
Quintessentially Cornish summer days; sadly they’re just not for me...
I long for the days of old in the same quaint coves. A simpler age when vegetarianism and the blasphemous cheese and onion pasty weren’t invented and ‘dreckly’ summed up the pace of local life. I long for Kernow in winter!
Forget the claustrophobia of cloudless skies and busy beer gardens and give me cold, frosty mornings, pounding surf and soul cleansing gales any day. It’s liberating.
By day, wrap up against the elements and dictate your own pace along the south-west coastal path safe in the knowledge that aside from the odd dog walker or hardcore rambler, a few miles of our beloved Cornwall are almost exclusively yours, if only for a short while.
As evening draws in, it's time to beat a retreat to any of the hearty ale houses scattered across the Peninsula, braving the initial suspicious looks to be rewarded with a first class local welcome and a cherished spot in front of the communal wood burner to thaw those frozen fingers.
Dark and moody, the Duchy in winter is the romantic’s haven, the artist’s inspiration and the day dreamer’s Nirvana. Time is a most precious commodity and it seems to stand still here. The darker months in this part of the world are simply the perfect antidote for the cluttered mind. So come visit. Be an out of season Emmet on arrival and an adopted native as you wave goodbye.
