We had a second day out last week. Well, the weather is about to get colder. And, as you may recall, we’re a bit behind the curve on National Trust value for money this year. We decided to head for Trerice, near Newquay in Cornwall. Yours truly was responsible for navigating AND finding a place for lunch.
Picture the scene if you will. I have set up the route on my aged iPhone and in spite of the occasional breaks in signal we seem to be doing OK. Lunch is a different matter entirely. The full web version of the Good Pub Guide is taking FOREVER to download. And Newquay is coming up fast. With pressure mounting to nominate the required exit off the A30, I’m still having to toggle between the map and yet-to-be-determined location for lunch.. and tempers are starting to fray.
The pub that eventually appears at the top of the list gets the Good Pub Guide seal of approval. Before the signal dies again I catch three things to tick my boxes: 16th century former coaching inn, contemporary décor and Farrow and Ball pastel shades. I have found my spiritual home: The Plume Of Feathers. It has the most wonderful airy conservatory, fantastic food and, believe it or not, there was even a 5 litre tin of F&B propping up the bar when we arrived. Off season is obviously a good time for running repairs.
Trerice is a small, and perfectly formed, Elizabethan manor house. It’s far more intimate than the likes of Lanhydrock, which we visited over the summer. And, as such, it feels more ‘lived in’.
The Great Hall is the only place in the house where photos are allowed and then not with flash.
It’s a beautiful house in a gorgeous location.
This is Watergate Bay, a lovely stretch of beach just north of Newquay.
And Mawgan Porth, another 5 minutes or so further north again..
There was even time for a toffee ice cream in Padstow, or Padstein as it’s lately come to be known. Rick does have a big presence in the town but it’s none the worse for that. It makes a lovely place to wander for an hour or so, around the harbour and the narrow shopping streets. A moment to watch the tide coming in, before heading back towards home.