Pendower, Falmouth and Porthleven

What a crazy start to a short holiday. I parked up last night in pitch black, following suggestions from Park4Night. Warning: if you park up at night, check your surroundings on google maps and try not to park on the top of a cliff when there’s a storm coming in 🫣. Good job my handbrake held!! I thought I would be more at ease when I could see my surroundings but the sheer drop right behind my van was more nerve-wracking when you could see it. It was great view this morning though! Despite being woken up at 2am-4am.

An early start to the day with a walk along the coast path (at 7am!) before piling back into bed with coffee to watch the rain roll in.

Coffee quaffed, I headed off in search of things to do in the rain… and ended up in Falmouth. There is a surfing exhibition on at the national maritime museum so I thought I would take a peak. But not before I nipped into Argos for a heater and a lamp, both of which are revolutionary. I have been borrowing Russ’ Jackery but haven’t had a form of heating, so it was a little nippy last night. This thing can plug straight in and heat the little van. What a win!

So into Falmouth, I firstly decided to hike out to Pendennis headland which was insanely windy and there were some insanely insane people in the water hydrofoiling in the biblical wind. There’s a photo as proof. It was amazing to watch and felt good to have my cobwebs blown away. Following this, I mooched around the shops, spending more than I should… but old antique books are ok right?!?

Finally I headed to the museum. It didn’t disappoint and I spent a significant amount of time there, eating muffins, drinking tea and perusing boats (and surfboards) of all kinds. Now I’m ending the day in a local pub with a fire burning next to me and a pint of beer in hand. It’s a great little pub. The Ship Inn in Porthleven. I’ll eat soon and then go and find somewhere to park for the night away from the wind.

Talking of wind, it has been playing havoc with my wee surfboard that has been strapped to my roof. At this rate, it’ll think it’s a bird rather than a board!

Good: beer, sea, wind, boats and surfboards… oh and the freedom to just be
Bad: nothing, not even the wind! Maybe the smell of dog poo that I smelt when I was strapping my board down for the 7,000th time. I was so sure it was on my shoe!Read more