Port Isaac, Cornwall

Cornwall

Port Isaac aka ‘Port Wenn’

 

RnSCornwallSean and I love the TV show ‘Doc Martin‘. The ideal of the quaint Cornish fishing village has always left us wanting to visit such a romantic place.

We visited Port Isaac at New Years 14/15. Sean and I took turns driving from London on the long journey through the Cotswolds and the western moors.

The beautiful Cornish country side is littered with old tin mines, Georgian buildings and narrow hedged lanes. The drive down to the village of Port Isaac is a tight and windy one. The buildings in the town almost touch each side mirror on the car, and the right angles of the house corners are a challenge to navigate!01ce45a6b6b2d846c0fa32ecc8cc4fedba32876dae

We stayed in the Slipway Hotel, with wonderful views over the harbour. The New Year’s
meal was served in their restaurant in the
second level of the Georgian building. There is a great bar at the front of the hotel, serving local beers.

The coastal walks along the cliff edges are breathtaking. We saw dolphins and seals, prolific bird life, with colonies of shags on the rocky cliffs. The geological striations of slate, with quartz arteries is amazing to see. Entire rock faces are built up upon layers and layers of thin roof tiles!P1000813

Arthurian is the religion of Cornwall, and a visit to Tintagel Castle is the pilgrimage. The skeleton of old walls lines the edge of the island, jutting out of the coast. A single suspension bridge links the castle to the main land. You can imagine what it was like returning home from a long journey to the giant gates, embrace of the walls and freshness of the sea.

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Merlin‘s Cave is a sheds a mystical light from one end to the other. The sea beats into the shore and echoes through the wide space of the cavern. As your eyes adjust to the darkness you can notice small ledges and outcrops where you can imagine an elderly wizard reading books and talking to creatures of the night.

Seduced by the rugged romance of the northern Cornish coast, I let my mind go free. The sea air filled my lungs and the cold wind whistled in my ears. Poldark was shirtless in the fields, while Louisa gazed lovingly from the School, over the bay at Doc Martin.

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