A peek into the past couple weeks. Between sifting and sorting and saying 'so long' I've consumed quite a bit of cake (home-made and bakery-bought), taken lots of side-streets and started to look at the city I've called home nearly three years in a whole new light.
23 June 2010
16 June 2010
Just as much fun as checking out the sights is checking out the eats, right? Fish and chips, pasties, freshly caught mussels, Cornish cream tea, scones. . .! I had to try it all. We went to a lovely cafe - the Cavendish Coffee House - where they de-mystified the Cornwall vs. Devon scone challenge. In Devon you have your scone jam first, cream on top. In Cornwall, as they say, 'the cream is the crown' sitting atop the jam. Though heavenly either way, my vote is for Cornwall!
I've still not got my head around all the British celebrity chefs, but was told not-to-miss Rick Stein's fish and chips. It was so delicious we went two nites in a row!
A ferry ride to St Mawes was just what we needed for a happy Sunday, complete with a demonstration of 1830s diving gear and collecting shells by the sea.
On the way back to London we stopped by the Eden Project, which I must admit I didn't know very much about. It was a bit too kid-oriented for me but I fell in love with the Biodomes. I left wishing the views from the Mediterranean Dome were that of my living room. The station at St Austell is just heart-breaking, I hope they don't rip out this little bit of nostalgia anytime soon.
15 June 2010
I've always imagined Devon and Cornwall as quintessential England, daydreams enhanced by the romantic imagery presented by Tim Walker. I will - after a recent getaway - always remember Cornwall as Falmouth, a quiet town by the river Fal with its beautiful harbour just outside my bedroom window. Falmouth, founded in 1661, was originally called Peny-cwm-cuic, which became 'Pennycomequick'.
The historic Old High Street will set your heart a-flutter with an abundance of charity and antique shops. My favourites were Old Town Hall Antiques and High Street Bazaar, just footsteps away from each other. I love walking into a shop and feeling like I'm at Grandma's attic. The prices were so reasonable - if only I could take everything with me!
Once through the High Street and past the Maritime Museum you can cut across to the beaches - we walked through Gyllyngvase Beach over to Swanpool Beach, where there are lots of crazy ice cream flavour-combos to be had! And with names like Shy Coconut and French Kiss, you can't resist. Design Archives a few years back.