The cream of Cornwall
As Jane and I plied the Atlantic between Penzance and the Isles of Scilly, we spotted the telltale fins and shiny backs of four dolphins, abaft and starboard (behind and right, landlubbers). My wife and I were on board the Scillonian 3.
‘New Mobes’, our Swift Bolero, was back on terra firma, unable to make the excursion to the most westerly part of England. A day trip to Hugh Town, St Mary’s Island, was one of the highlights of our week spent in Penwith.
I fell for Cornwall back in the 1980s, visiting many times as a rail enthusiast and also having a glass in all 135 pubs owned by the county’s (then) only large-scale brewery. But west Cornwall – and Penwith in particular – is my favourite region.
Having set up camp at Cardinney Caravan and Camping Park in Crows-an-Wra, the first thing that we had to do was to learn some Cornish language; Crows-an-Wra (cross in the road). The junction still has an ancient stone cross as a waymarker. However, St Buryan, just over a mile away, is the closest place with a regular bus service.
