Back to Porthcurno via Sennen Cove

Sennen Cove, 9:30am on a sunny Saturday morning

I mentioned a few weeks ago on my blog that I'd like to try Ben Tunnicliffe at Sennen Cove for breakfast. It looked like my kind of place; fab location, a clean, beachy vibe and, I must admit, I was very taken with the signage. Shallow I know but I'm a sucker for a sharp font, especially on a just right pantone background. Enough already. It was a disappointment.

(photo ripped from website)

The location was indeed amazing. Sitting in the sunshine on the deck watching the surf school from afar reading the Saturday papers.

However, service people, service, service, service. When will Cornish restaurants learn that we're not all visitors never to be seen again? I remember it from back when I used to visit with Carlton and I've been noticing it again this summer. It's not the beach cafes; they're usually full of happy faces, warm greetings and lots of "no worries". It's the restaurants. They seem to think that service ends with plonking your meal in front of you. It doesn't. I don't want my drink after my food has been served. I don't want to find something to prop the table up with because my tea has slopped into the saucer and I don't want to have to leave my spot in the sun because someone forgot to give me a teaspoon. And it would be really nice is someone came over at some point to see if I'd enjoyed my meal. I would still want these things even if I was a visitor and you're never going to see me again. Service matters. Rant over.

I left Sennen Cove and as the temperature rose and finally made it into the twenties I headed for Porthcurno. I needed to earn my bask on the beach so donned my trainers and headed up the south west coast park. As I was about to start videoing from a glorious vantage point I got chatting to a girl who lives in Newlyn. In fact she was running back to Newlyn mad fool. She was saying even though she lives here she can never get over how beautiful Porthcurno is. It feels like you've walked through a portal to the Med. See for yourself in this wee clip:

Up on the cliff path looking up country

And down towards Porthcurno (the sandy bay)

Complete with sailing boat bobbing in the distance

Amazing clear waters

I followed the path that took me back down to the beach. Found a spot against a rock and read my kindle, every now and again taking a trip to the waters edge and have a little paddle/beach-comb.

All too soon it was time to head home after stopping to buy a pound of cherries and a quick detour into Porthleven to pick-up some more suntan lotion and a strawberry ice-cream to eat on the quay-side.

Just as well I made the most of the weather. This is what I woke up to on Sunday.

Love from The Lizard Girl