We hadn't been to Padstow since the Spring. Then, we hadn't really done a walk, so this was our destination this weekend. All the family came along this weekend. Our exchange partner kindly let Mum and Dad borrow his old car, and he had organised for it to be fixed up for this purpose. So, here we are, on another sunny weekend. It was bright, but a bit cold if you stopped walking.
We parked in the centre of town, and strolled through the place enjoying the wharf and the buildings. Padstow is a pretty town. We went up to a cafe before the walk, to have a cream tea. (This was largely to bribe Dad, who was a little daunted after last weekend, I think.) It was delicious, and the wasp came along to the jam pot after we had eaten, which was really very considerate of it.
Off we went, along the river. This was a very long stretch, with (thankfully) no hills. There were occasional woody paths and bridges, and still the blackberries here and there to sustain passing walkers. (We didn't really need any after our morning tea, but couldn't resist the really big ones.) We came upon a little cluster of houses, then walked up a hill onto the cliff tops.
It was really windy near the sea! Not at all nice whistling in the hearing aids, I have to say. Quite soon I had to put an over shirt on, despite the exercise.This picture shows us bracing ourselves near a gate.
There was an old tower on the top of the cliff. We rushed there for shelter, but only escaped the wind in the doorway. In the actual tower, it was just as blustery. Wayne took ages to take this photo of us in the window... you can see my hair whipped back, and the brim of Dad's hat.
Around the corner the wind dropped off. Here is Annie near a cleft in the cliffs. Soon after this photo we turned inland again, through farmland and eventually returning to the path by the river. We walked through the town to a fish and chip shop owned by the famous Rick Stein. Strangely, the sales staff all seemed to be German or something - a bit odd for a showpiece of Cornish cooking. We chose the mackerel, and waited some time in the crowded shop. The kids were a bit cross that this fish was not battered, but we found it very tasty. It was very expensive though. So much for buying 'brand' food! There was also nowhere nice to sit and eat it. Anyway, we've 'done' Rick Stein.
We parked in the centre of town, and strolled through the place enjoying the wharf and the buildings. Padstow is a pretty town. We went up to a cafe before the walk, to have a cream tea. (This was largely to bribe Dad, who was a little daunted after last weekend, I think.) It was delicious, and the wasp came along to the jam pot after we had eaten, which was really very considerate of it.
Off we went, along the river. This was a very long stretch, with (thankfully) no hills. There were occasional woody paths and bridges, and still the blackberries here and there to sustain passing walkers. (We didn't really need any after our morning tea, but couldn't resist the really big ones.) We came upon a little cluster of houses, then walked up a hill onto the cliff tops.
It was really windy near the sea! Not at all nice whistling in the hearing aids, I have to say. Quite soon I had to put an over shirt on, despite the exercise.This picture shows us bracing ourselves near a gate.
There was an old tower on the top of the cliff. We rushed there for shelter, but only escaped the wind in the doorway. In the actual tower, it was just as blustery. Wayne took ages to take this photo of us in the window... you can see my hair whipped back, and the brim of Dad's hat.
Around the corner the wind dropped off. Here is Annie near a cleft in the cliffs. Soon after this photo we turned inland again, through farmland and eventually returning to the path by the river. We walked through the town to a fish and chip shop owned by the famous Rick Stein. Strangely, the sales staff all seemed to be German or something - a bit odd for a showpiece of Cornish cooking. We chose the mackerel, and waited some time in the crowded shop. The kids were a bit cross that this fish was not battered, but we found it very tasty. It was very expensive though. So much for buying 'brand' food! There was also nowhere nice to sit and eat it. Anyway, we've 'done' Rick Stein.
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