Ages ago, my friend Jean sent this article around and Cornwall was stuck in my head ever since. Pictured are beautiful (and unheard of in most of Europe) WHITE SAND beaches in several towns throughout the county. This heavenly peninsula bordered to the north and west by the Celtic Sea and to the south by the English Channel boasts serious scenery.
Lesson learned from our 5 turned 8 hour drive to the Lake District a couple of months back, we forced ourselves to bed before sunset and jumped in the car early Friday morning for a non-traditional 4th of July celebration in the UK. Less than 5 hours later and right on schedule, we arrived in Newquay for a long lunch and obligatory frolicking on the beach.
Known for it’s Atlantic swells, surfers flock to Fistral Beach to catch waves, which provided plenty of action for us to watch over lunch at The Fish House. Walking it off along the beach was magical. Countless coves and crystal clear water made for one of the most interestingly beautiful beaches I’ve seen.
The drive from Newquay to Mevagissey where we were staying was a quick 45 minute trip. The Pebble House was spottable from a mile away, but it took us a few tries to figure out how to actually get there.Once settled in, we headed into town to wander through the tiny streets and have dinner at Salamander. The hubs’ fish was some of the best we’ve had, and I was uber envious of his order.Lucky for us, the town was celebrating their annual festival and featuring a Beach Boys cover band that night- I WAS SO PSYCHED! We happily beebopped around all night, beers in hand. You would have thought Brian Wilson himself was on stage, I was that excited!Saturday morning’s sunny skies had us eager to hike the coast in search of secret beaches and turquoise waters.
Picking up the SW Coast Path at the edge of town, we aimed to go beyond the little peninsula in sight to the next town, Gorran Haven. Sandy beaches, pristine pastures, and wildflowers kept the hike more than visually interesting.
A teeny tiny spot called Cakebreads advertised fresh fish and Wimbledon. We were quickly sold a grabbed a spot to sip Pimm’s and watch Roger the great beat Sam Groth.Fueled for the return trip, we enjoyed the view from the other direction and marveled at the tide changes which even revealed a new beach.
Before one of the most delicious (and buttery, yum) dinners ever at Roovray’s, we chatted with family, took a few festive selfies and relaxed in the park overlooking the harbor. The town finished off their festival with a spectacular fireworks show, and coincidentally, made our 4th of July that much more festive. It was the perfect finale to our trip!