Wish You Were Here: Tiny Towns and Tasty Pasties in Cornwall, UK
You know you've traveled to a special place when every photo you snap on a smartphone is, in itself, a mini masterpiece. This is the phenomenon we're currently experiencing in Cornwall, the southwesternmost region of Britain.
Once marketed as "the Italy of England," Cornwall is only 4 hours by train from London's Paddington Station. We purchased a 40 GBP ticket on First Great Western railways and, after passing through Exeter and Plymouth, alighted at Bodmin Parkway only a short drive away from the surfing beach at Polzeath, the sailing harbour of Rock, and the mom & pop shops of Wadebridge. Last night, we ate fish & chips on a cliff just after a misty rain had slicked the path.
Something like 60-70% of the cuter Cornish towns are holiday rentals, bursting with European tourists in the warmer months yet pleasantly local and quiet when the mercury drops below 60 F. Right now is the latter and we've holed up at the former farming cottage of Little Trentinney, where the lack of road noise and abundance of garden flowers makes it impossible to fathom that, only 48 hours ago, we were in Midtown Manhattan readying to take the brand new British Airways 787 Dreamliner nonstop from Newark to London-Heathrow.
More on that early next week. For now, just peace and quiet (and Cornish pasties and cream tea).
[Photos: Cynthia Drescher]