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16th August 2012

Holiday 2012: Part 2–Day 4 Wall of Corn @ 21:26

 

Launceston CastleFollowing the mad tour of the east coast of Devon we decided to take a trip inland. Our guide books told us of the wonders of Cornwall and our brief trip across the Taymar on Tuesday showed us that Cornwall was closer than we thought.

But where to go were either of us hadn’t been before? Our first thought was “Oooh where does FJ Warren live? She’s Cornish. But the thought of a another long drive was not appealing. Instead we peeked at the maps and guidebooks and settled on Launceston.

Launceston Castle

According to the guidebooks, Launceston was the ancient Cornish capital. It had a castle, a steam train and other interesting things like cider farms on route. So it seemed like the natural choice. So once more across the Taymar we went noting for the second time that week that people are charged to leave Cornwall and not go in.

Launceston is…boring. Tatty around the edges. Pretty. But boring. After a brief 10 minute walk it appeared we had done Launceston. So we tootled up to the castle to have mooch there. But at £7 each to go and look around some crumbling ruins we thought £14 would be better spent on cake or fun. So way ahead of planned schedule we buggered off back to the car and went to see where else we could get to.

The Bodmin Moor of my childhood was not the Bodmin Moor of my middle age. Either there has been a new road built across the moor in the 30 or so years since my last visit or my dad took us across Bodmin Moor along some weird unmarked B road. So much so, by the time we had reached Bodmin I was like “Oh, we’re here already”.

Bodmin Steam Railway @ Bodmin GeneralBodmin was interesting. Well what we saw through the car windows. But with only shops and more money wanting to be spent we thought another stop mooching round a provincial town was not on the cards. So when the only place to park for free was up a side street alongside Bodmin General, part of the Bodmin Steam Railway, we thought “But a steam train ride might be fun!”

So that’s what we did. We bought 2 tickets to Boscarne and boarded the chuffing chuffer.

It was fun!

IMG_0550Badger enjoyed it too!

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When we returned we stopped for a cream tea.

Full of cake and after a bit of geocaching, we hopped back into the car and headed toward Polperro via Lostwithiel. Lostwithiel is described as the Medieval Capital of Cornwall. Again, it was quaint, children were playing in the river and shops seemed open.

One thing we had noticed during our time in the Southwest was that everyone seemed to be so miserable. Shop keepers and ice cream van men were no exception. I can only imagine that the misery was down to the lack of boobs on display. Cornwall needs more boobs. Or cake. Or maybe just a tickle.

PolperroAnyway, before misery got a grip, we headed off again, this time to Polperro. My nan and granddad visited Polperro when they were alive. I remember leafing through their photograph album at the pretty houses and narrow streets. Indeed it was. Narrow, quaint, overpriced and packed with tourists. Having been fleeced £4 for parking we wandered into the village to try and find somewhere to eat. We were a bit early and all the restaurants seemed to do nice fish dishes. Sadly none were open until half an hour after our parking expired and I didn’t feel like paying a further £4-£8 just to stuff my face. Our minds were made up by the time we had reached the quayside that we would head off to Looe and see if there was any other nice places to eat instead.

But before we could turn round and make our way back, a woman offered us a boat ride along the coast. How could we refuse?

So that’s what we did.

looeOn our return we made our way back through the tourists to the car and drove off to Looe. Looe reminded me of Skegness without the wind amusement arcades or Victoriana. It was heaving with tourists of the lower orders. Police men, our first since leaving the midlands, were talking to shouty drunk youths. Haggard teen mothers were dragging their screeching urchins. Young girls with more tattoos and piercings than a freak show jostled with loud shouty short haired scallies for chips from the harbour chippy. But our guidebooks insisted that there was good eating to be had somewhere in Looe.

And yes. They were right. We stopped for dinner at the Smuggler’s Cot in Looe where I had the biggest Lemon Sole (and bones) I’ve ever seen. It was delicious! Meanwhile Zoe struggled with her mammoth 20oz D cut rump steak. She assured me that was delicious too.

 
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From:hullabalo_o
Date:16th August 2012 20:54 (UTC)
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"Cornwall needs more boobs. Or cake. Or maybe just a tickle. that just killed me best quote ever! and so true! and FJ lives right down the bottom!

did you go down the banjo pier in Looe? I did with my french friend Anne and her husband he made a comment of it looking like "a long hedgehog!" hahaha!

Loving these updates!
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From:stegzy
Date:16th August 2012 20:57 (UTC)
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We didn't see a banjo pier. Saw lots of people on the beach though.

I also saw on Foursquare we were both in the same city on the Tuesday night. Had we not just got back to the hotel I might have suggested to Zoe we meet up....
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From:hullabalo_o
Date:16th August 2012 21:01 (UTC)
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ahh! I do love Looe! it's lovely!

I was going to message you but I thought you would of wanted a holiday in peace without the sproglette there! but I was there to see Blur after all! maybe some other time with FJ!
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From:zoefruitcake
Date:16th August 2012 21:36 (UTC)
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were my boobs not enough for you?
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From:dreamitdoit
Date:16th August 2012 22:01 (UTC)
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Not enough for Cornwall, apparently!
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From:stegzy
Date:17th August 2012 05:35 (UTC)
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flobbity flobbity.
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From:dreamitdoit
Date:16th August 2012 21:56 (UTC)
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I went to Looe & Polperro in 2009 :)
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From:stegzy
Date:17th August 2012 05:36 (UTC)
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What did you think of the places?
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From:dreamitdoit
Date:17th August 2012 12:09 (UTC)
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Polperro was very quaint! But half dead & it was raining when we were there :( Looe was quite nice too.
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From:meathiel
Date:17th August 2012 05:32 (UTC)
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I want cream tea now ... that made me hungry.

When I was in Polperro it was ... not too busy. But St. Ives was - I think I've never seen so many people in one place!
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From:stegzy
Date:17th August 2012 05:38 (UTC)
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It was nice. I was thinking of how many food things would be made more exciting with a blob of clotted cream on top. I came to the conclusion all food things would be more exciting with a blob of clotted cream on top!

I suspect Cornwall is where all the "missing people" go. Lord Lucan is there somewhere. Perhaps that's why hardly anybody was smiling....
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From:fj_warren
Date:17th August 2012 08:16 (UTC)
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Shhhhhh! Lord Lucan is hidden in my loft!

People don't smile down here because it costs a fortune to park in your local town and all eateries are priced for the tourist market. The bus service is crap and costs a bomb and where I live there is no evening or Sunday service so entertainment is of the home-made variety. My lap dancing technique has to be seen to be believed - it's wonderful the things you can do with a zimmer frame and a wind up gramaphone, you know!

Btw, it's TAMAR!!!!

Try to avoid Cornwall in the height of summer is my best advice. Depending on your job this might be difficult but if there is an Indian summer September can be great! The people who own the tourist outlets (usually incomers hoping to make a killing and discovering the pitfalls of pipe dreams as their savings rapidly start to disappear into their investment) sell their items at more sensible prices so that they don't have a load of stock cluttering up the place over the winter.

There are brilliant places in God's own country (Cornwall) but they take a bit of finding if you are a tourist. Here's a good one: http://www.cornwall.gov.uk/default.aspx?page=13380

FJ's mashed swede recipe: 1 boiled swede, load of pepper, good blob of clotted cream and then mash like mad! If you don't want to, or haven't got any cream, use butter instead. A good pasty is made better with the addition of a spoonful of clotted cream prior to cooking, you know! Again you can substitute buttter for the cream. If you have a surfeit of clotted cream you can turn it into butter and use it to make the most wonderful cakes!!!

There are boobs in Cornwall but, usually, Cornish ones only come out at night for fear of having some misguided tourist lob their Mr Whippy ice cream on to them as they (the tourists) trip over in their excitement at catching sight of that rare creature - a local!! You can recognise a local (particularly from this part of Cornwall) from their speech patterns, for example: " 'Ow 'ee doin'?" and "Alright, are 'ee?" translates to: "Hello and how are you?", "See 'ee 'gain, pard." means "Goodbye until we meet again." and "Bleddy Emmets!" is a colloquial expression for: "Dear me, Cornwall is full to the brim with tourists at the moment!"

I note you missed an opportunity to meet with 'Da Sproglet' . . . . well, your holiday wasn't all bad then, was it?! :-)



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From:boyzici
Date:17th August 2012 10:08 (UTC)
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Ive enjoyed reading your travel updates. Its a shame they dont have a wider readership.
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From:louenn
Date:17th August 2012 19:00 (UTC)
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Yay for happy badger!

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