After breakfast this morning we drove across to Jamaica Inn in the Bodmin Moor, referred to by historians as Cornwall's most famous smuggling inn. We found a geocache here and extracted a couple of trackables.
We didn’t actually know what a Moor was, but as it turns out this one is a green open landscape with some rocks scattered amongst it that is at a higher altitude than it’s surroundings.
Padstow was our lunch destination, and on our way we only got stuck in one small town for 15 mins, as we thought we’d try to be smart and avoid some traffic.As it turns out the smarter thing to do would have been to continue like sheep.
Padstow is a lovely little seaside town that is over-run with tourists.
We had fish and chips on the waterfront in Padstow,
then wandered around a little an coming across one of Rick Stein’s many places, and some beautiful little alley ways.
Narrow lanes where it only wide enough for one vehicle (or barely enough for two) comprised the remainder of our journey down the coast, through Newquay and eventually to St Agnes where we caught up with lots of friends for dinner at the St Agnes Hotel, most of which were from New Zealand.