Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Cornwall Road Trip

We braved the 'wrong' side of the road, and made the three day drive out to the Southwest tip of England. The Cornwall coast, somewhat similar to the Oregon coast, steep cliffs, rocky shoreline, frigid water, and very beautiful. Not very inviting, but a great place to sit and drink English tea behind windows blocking the 40mph horizontal rain.


Cleveland I think the town is here, we decided to stretch the legs after a couple hours of driving and shifters gears on the 'wrong' side. My dad started off as a back seat driver after leaving our Oxford flat, then silent except for the comment about having a stroke, and soon after, directed his full attention on reading the map. We were a great three person team, me driving, Dad reading the map, and mom reading the guide books on what was worth exploring.


This is Powderham Castle, not fortified, just a palace where the wealthy lived the high life and heavily taxed the local poor.


Our first night stop was in Looe, not like louis, its pronounced loo, otherwise known as the toilet. That was another thing the Miller family was great at, between my dad and I, and my mom desperately trying to correct us, we absolutely butchered the English names. Nice little night view from our Bed and Breakfast, as we walked downtown to the local English pub for dinner.

The morning view of our Bed and Breakfast. Just a typical driver's view of the Cornwall coast.


I think this was a picture of the main street through Fowey.


After visiting several fishing villages during the day, we decided to go through St Ives instead of staying, due to its city feel. We kept driving out into the countryside, in which we found one Bed and Breakfast, The Tremedda Farm Bed and Breakfast. We initially drove past their small sign posted out on the country road, with our mission of getting to the town of Zennor for our 'awaiting' Bed and Breakfast accommodations. After driving into Zennor, we realized the town was just a pub, and how it made it on the map is a good question. We then drove back to the little sign posted along the road, and found The Tremedda Farm Bed and Breakfast. After finally tracking down the owner, she didn't seem too excited that she had guests, but it could have also been the common dry English personality. It couldn't have worked out any better, having the experience of staying at an English dairy farm, hiding inside our warm room listening to the wind and rain all night, great English breakfast in the morning sun, with fresh MooMaid ice cream before our big day hike.

View overlooking the grazing fields for the farm.


The Zennor headwall, a view along our coastal hike.You gotta love that 10 sec delay shutter .......