We wake to a clear day – yay! And it’s my birthday, double yay! I’m so grateful it’s not raining. I’m not sure I have it in me, to be gracious trapped indoors on my birthday. Someone up there must like me: the skies are a glorious blue, putting to an end the disappointment of yesterday.
First up is a reconnaissance of Padstow. We park a little closer and meander on in.
Our luck with the weather holds so we chance one of the National Trust parks, Carnewas at Bedruthan, famed for its dramatic coastline and enormous rock stacks.
With the high winds, the Atlantic is ferocious and there are warning signs everywhere – do not enter the water under any circumstances, do not get caught on the shore in the incoming tide, do not go anywhere near the edge. The message is clear, muck around here and you could well die. It’s fabulous, most especially as it’s a haven for wildlife – the sightings board is full.
We head back to Padstow for a little down time before dinner, and so I can respond to all my lovely birthday messages. Rather spoilt with birthday love. There’s a new book calling my name too, Black Rabbit Hall, a novel set in Cornwall.
Later, we walk into Padstow to Rick Stein’s Seafood restaurant for dinner.
Very excited to have the crab tonight – last year we were here for my birthday as well and ordered something else, then lusted after the crab each time an order came out. The menu has changed a little, but is still reflective of Rick’s travels around the globe. A blood orange daiquiri starts me off. For entree, Chris opts for mussels with tomato, feta and green peppers,
It’s time then to hike back up hill. And I wore flat shoes – to a birthday dinner! There’s a first. Don’t hold your breath, it’s unlikely to happen again. They might revoke my stiletto licence. I felt bad for Chris fretting how to get me down hill in heels without a taxi in sight. Amazingly, the rain held off all day. I can’t believe my luck, I was dreading a rainy, shut in day. It’s been a lovely birthday.