A couple of years ago Matthew and I went to Cornwall. I know writing about a place we visited two years ago is a bit outdated, but I loved it and just had to share it with you guys.
We decided to do something a little different, so after searching weird and wonderful accommodation options online, we came across a gypsy wagon in Helston, Cornwall. This was something totally new so we gave it a try.
This little beauty was called Elle. And we were her guests for a couple of nights.
The inside was cosy, with fairy lights spotted around the petite room and a log fire beside the bed. This was the ideal size for me, but maybe not for my six foot two fiancé.
And with this gypsy wagon came a caravan where we were able to cook our food.
The scenery outside our front door was beautiful – and it was the perfect way to end every evening beside the fire pit, looking out into the countryside.
The countryside was lovely. We got to see the sunset every night and we were woken up to the sound of birds tweeting and cows mooing.
On our second day, we crossed a field late afternoon to get some food from a pub in the town next to us. Once we’d crossed the field, we could hear a cow mooing, a lot. We were curious as to why this particular cow was making so much noise so we followed the sound and found a newborn baby calf with its mum. The mum was the one making all the noise. I’d like to think she was telling all her cow buddies that she had had her baby, but in reality, the poor girl was probably recovering. Anyway, it was an amazing sight to witness a newborn calf that was less than an hour old (I assume), with its umbilical cord still attached.
Cows are great, aren’t they? The look so cute from a distance, from behind the gate. Until you have to cross the field in the evening to get back to your wagon after visiting the town next to you. In the dark, they’re far from cute.
I was already a little nervous about crossing a field full of cows in the dark. It didn’t help that they surrounded us at the other side of the gate as we attempted to cross. After literally 40 minutes of trying to pluck up the courage to enter the field, Matthew finally put me at ease by creating a path between myself and about 20 cows who were clearly very intrigued to see an Indian. I walked past them slowly and suspiciously. This wasn’t so bad. I was doing great. My confidence soon changed to fear after I turned back to see a cow following me. My strolling turned into power walking, and one cow following me turned to two. Power walking wasn’t good enough, I had to sprint. And that’s exactly what I did. As I made a run for it, three cows decided to chase me. As I screamed and cried, I finally got to the gate on the other side of the field and leaped over it and kept on running. I was surprise at how athletic i’d be in those few minutes. As I tried to control my anxiety attack, Matthew found the whole situation hilarious as he strolled calmly beside the cows. What a great start to our weekend away.
I tried to put this traumatic experience behind me, so started the next day with a positive mindset and excited to explore more of Cornwall.
Our next stop was the Lizard Peninsula, so we headed further south of Cornwall. We wrapped up warm and were ready to go hiking.
Near the beginning of our walk, we stopped to take in the scenary of Polpeor Cove:
Although it was a cold, windy morning, the views were totally worth it. And it was pretty cool to know we that we were in the most southern point of Britain.
Yes, I look a bit silly in this photo but I love the view behind me, don’t you?
As we walked beside the Atlantic Ocean, we were getting closer to the Lizard Point. And along the way, we regularly stumbled across a few cobble steps which i’m sure were placed there specifically to test my fitness.
The rest of the day was spent relaxing beside the fire pit back at our gypsy wagon and enjoying the views.
The next day we had planned to visit Kynance Cove. Although I loved the hike from the day before, Kynance Cove was my favourite part of this long weekend away.
As we got nearer to the cove, I was eager to put my feet in the sand. I love the feeling of my bare feet in the sand with the sensation of the cool water hitting me from time to time.
And I love being beside the sea. There’s something so relaxing and peaceful about walking along the beach and looking out to the sea. I totally zone out and forget about everything and everyone around me and just appreciate the view around me.
Whilst walking, we discovered little caves within the cove which we explored more. We walked through this particular cave and realised the sand had created a path all the way to the other side.
So once we had walked through and exited from the other side, we were welcomed with this glorious view:
After spending a couple of hours exploring all the creaks and cracks of this place, it was time to head home.
Uh-oh, it looks like the tide had come in which meant that the only way out had flooded. So after all our efforts to try and stay as dry as we could, we braced ourselves for a very wet trek through the icy cold water until we reached higher ground.
And now, it was time to go home.
Although I enjoyed staying in the gypsy wagon, I probably wouldn’t do it again. I loved the experience and it was a great feeling to be right in the middle of the countryside, but as far as comfort is concerned, the wagon was a little snug and claustrophobic for me. And having to hear the complaints every time my six foot two fiancé hit his head on the ceiling, or the fact that he was too tall for the bed means I think we’ll choose a bigger wagon or stick with the normal hotel on our next trip to the beach.
As for Cornwall, it’s one of my favourite places in the UK. And Kynance Cove is definitely one of my most loved spots for its tranquillity and relaxed feel. The luscious white sand makes you feel like you’re in an exotic country. And if I had to choose between somewhere like Spain or Cornwall for a beach holiday, after my experience of both, i’d choose Cornwall any day.
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this. If you’d like to read my other travel adventures, check out my other blogs.
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