Since my last post I left Dorset, passed through Devon and arrived in Cornwall, the main focus of the trip.
First stop was Bigbury-on-Sea, just to have a peep at Burgh Island, a tiny island off the shore where an Art Deco hotel {where Poirot was once filmed} sits. It was a bit grey and windy that day and not as pretty as it probably is in sunshine; I just stopped for a few photos and some lunch sheltered by rocks on the beach before heading to my first Cornwall stop, Mevagissey.
As part of my explorations into what best suits me as a traveller now, I had booked myself into a variety of Airbnbs, actual B&Bs and one hotel. For various reasons I soon discovered that self catering is best for me, and I cannot rate Airbnb highly enough in terms of quality of places to stay and ease of use. It’s a fantastic system. {If you sign up using that link you’ll receive £25 credit! And I’ll get a little something too.}
However, the B&B I stayed in in Mevagissey was lovely and cosy, and really well situated, just 200 yards level walk {something you quickly come to appreciate in this part of the country!} into the village.
While staying there I visited the Lost Gardens of Heligan, which is a magical place. I’ll let some of the photos I took show you why.
There’s a sign before you get to the rope bridge saying something like, if you want to walk across the rope bridge and are in the queue here, you have about a half hour wait. It never occurred to me it must {of course} get that busy! There were so few people it was like walking in the jungle {albeit with handy wooden walkways} alone.
Beyond the jungle, there are several different areas to the gardens, including a network of pathways in a more English countryside style, Italianate gardens, greenhouses and a wildlife hide for bird watching, some Secret Garden style corners, and an area called Sikkim which has been left as it was discovered in 1990 by Tim Smit {of the Eden Project}, all overgrown and wild.
That evening I ate one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten in a restaurant called the Sharksfin. Not just because the food was incredible {it really was}, or the service excellent {that too}, but also because of the freedom I’ve been blessed with that enables me to roam around in the world by myself and not feel uncomfortable or lonely eating alone. I could sit there eating my moules mariniere, sipping my rosé, and then tucking into a chocolate brownie with ice cream, feeling completely present to the experience, writing a little in my journal, and just soaking up the atmosphere.
More in a couple of days, when I also manage to make some actual art.
Gorgeous photos but that shot with izzy is perfect. I can definitely see you creating a pastel landscape of that view xx
Thanks Deb!