It’s the end of a sunny summer! I urged my friend to go on a trip with me and my toddler. It started spontaneously with a bottle of red wine and simple suggestion to camp in the wild by the Penwith Heritage coast. In a weeks’ time, before the trip, we agreed on a budget, on a sunny destination and on a road. We gathered the gear for the camping – tent, sleeping bags, mats, pillows (I like pillows), clothes, water bottles, and kept everything in the back of a car.
Sunny (as we thought) place called Lands’ End – here we come! In the early hours, on the planned date we left London behind us without any idea of where to go or what to see when we arrive. We were happy to have a new adventure and to break free from our busy lifestyles.
From London to Lands’ End (approx. 500km) the 8h trip was tiring, but the views from the car were breath-taking. As closer we would get to Cornwall we would see English country-side with plain fields mixed with hills, roaming sheep and goats, occasional horse and some cows. My 4 year old son napped at least twice, we played games and sang songs. We stopped few times to stretch our legs and to top-up on snacks.
AT LAST, we arrived – at the wrong place (next door Luxury Cottage)! I wasn’t sure whether it’s our GPS system or the countryside roads, but we met some nice people who directed us to the Trevedra Farm.
The Gwynver Beach (on the Atlantic Coast) was less than 600m downhill from our camping pitch which we would visit later as our journey progressed. We put up our tent and walked around the farm to get familiar with the grounds. As the sundown approached fast we sat comfortably on the car-boot watching the sunset over the ocean and then our eyes wondered into black of the night. Clouds gathered, the weatherman online said to expect a storm. Ever-changing weather followed us everywhere. We decided that it’s time for bed and hoped for the best.
At night sleeping in the double-tent outside the pouring rain didn’t bother us at all. It was a unique experience and one of the best sleeps we ever had (in-spite of the creepy crawlies who filled the space in-between the net and the outer-wall of the tent). The next morning started after sunrise on a misty field. We were refreshed and ready to have a grand breakfast.
The Penzance Town is 10 min away from our camping grounds. As we only later discovered the Ocean Blue café at the Trevedra Farm, the full-English breakfast with coffee at the Sainsbury’s cafeteria on the 1st floor overlooking the Mount’s Bay – did wonders. As the rainy weather wouldn’t go away we peacefully sat and planned our next step.
The St Michaels Mount is surrounded by the Mount’s Bay and only way to get there is to take a boat ride or walk along the sand and pebbles when the tide’s low from Marazion Town. It’s a quick trip across the water.
The cobble laid pavement through the medieval English house yards and stalls (where kings and queens have walked) took us up to the St Michaels castle. The island is known for its myth, tales and legends. The most talked legend of Jack the Giant Killer who killed Cormoron the giant – invited to look for the giant’s stone heart while climbing the Mount.
The St Michaels Mount is a treat with its vast history of tin trade, family house, sub-tropical gardens and a village with 4 streets. The castle itself holds a monastery, exclusive collection of ancient maps and globes from around the world, and mummified cat (the most exciting part).
Our visit to the magnificent St Michaels Mount fisnished with a Cornish pasty at the Mounts’ cafe. After lunch we cruised the Far West of a sunny Cornwall.
As little as we knew about the roads, we got trapped in the little rural fishing village called Mousehole. It’s one of the most beautiful fishing villages in the UK. But, with only one way system and minimal road signage on the roads, known only to the locals (if you can find any signs) – was tricky to get through it. Steep narrow roads, with dead-ends literally reminded of the mouse-labyrinth.
Apparently the best ways to travel around the Lands’ End are with bicycle, or by walk. Everything is in a walking distance, really! Many beaches with its unique and sub-tropical coastlines, cultural and historical places, such as Lizards Cove, Merry Maidens, Mines, and many more.
The roads could get steep and narrow with sharp bends. We had an Audi A6, a car that’s longer and wider than an average hatch-back but none the less we were able to squeeze our way through even the tightest of road (at some points of the road I was scared for my wing mirrors).
After our ride through the Mousehole… We stopped at The Minack Theatre near Porthcurno village. Evening was warm and the fresh sea air filled our lungs. The Minack Theatre made by Rowena Cade and her gardener Billy Rawlings, back then, for the local drama enthusiasts. Now it’s one of the world’s most famous outdoor theatres. We roamed up and down the steep staircases. When on the stage there is no need for the curtain or fancy props, as the whole backdrop of the see was an endless ever-changing breath-taking set.
In the evening it was a short drive to the Lands’ End. The signpost of Lands’ End clearly marked the spot. It was then we realised: we made it! We spotted the Lighthouse which appeared lonely on the rocks in the Atlantic Ocean and some Common whales were playing in the water.
We walked to the First and the Last house of England where they sold Cornish Ice cream. Our event-full day finished with the fish and chips from the local village. Delicious!
On the 3rd day, after Sainsbury’s English breakfast again, we travelled further inland through Truro Town to the Eden Project. The place is massive, well looked after and with plenty to see and to do, especially for the little ones. We went on a dinosaur adventure, and rested by hemp and sunflower gardens.
The major attraction is the rainforest at the Tropical Biome (high humidity, banana trees, tropical plants), and the refreshing Mediterranean Biome (huge cactuses, olive trees, variety of peppers and grape plants.
For some adrenaline rush: there where high places to climb inside the Tropical Biome, and the zip-line, which runs across and above the whole Eden Project area. The Eden Project is a place to revisit and it offers to reuse the tickets for free (if you come back in 1 years time).
The day before traveling back to London, we wanted to take a break from walking and traveling. We stayed and played in the sand on the Gwynver Beach by the Atlantic Ocean, rock-pooling, building sand castles and running in and out of the waves with the kiddo.
The last day was still epic, sunbathing on the Porthcurno Beach by the Minack Theatre in the morning hours – then after lunch 11h drive back to London and infinite intake of coffees to stay awake (power nap and sour gummies helped too).
I kept wondering how we managed to do so much in so little time. It must be the magic of the nature. After all to do all of this took us only 4 days, which 2 of them were spent packing and driving back to London!
(Plus we had a two flat tires half-way on a way back to the camping site after we left Project Eden and had a dinner, maybe at around 10insh pm. Which ended by calling up the police, sleeping all night in the McDonald’s and then next morning getting our car back from the garage… after the Police arranged for it to be removed from the bendy road in the middle of nowhere the previous night… amazing! )
Where shall we go next time?