Fowey, Cornwall

Fowey is a small town, civil parish and cargo port at the mouth of the River Fowey in south Cornwall between Looe and Mevagissey. Quaint cottages, narrow steep winding streets with glimpses of the shimmering river below, busy with boats and yachts, cobbled walkways perfumed with flowers from hanging baskets and boxes. This is Fowey (pronounced Foy).

Our afternoon in Fowey started off well, on the balcony of the Fowey Hotel with a cold one. Overlooking the harbour on a sweltering hot day with a pint of Carlsberg - doesn't get much better really. Pint down, it was time to check the place out, so we headed down to where it was all happening. The place was well busy, as expected at this time of year, and the weather made our visit all the more enjoyable. The narrow approach roads to the town centre were a bit scary, especially with busy traffic and the need to 'Keep in' as it passed.

At the waters edge people dined at an exclusive restaurant which was throwing out some quality aroma from it's kitchens. And there was me, cornish pasty in hand - livin' the dream...NOT! We sat for a while, taking in the views across the marina towards Bodinnick and also over the water towards Polruan, another village that typifies the whole 'Look' of Cornwall and it's coastal fishing ports. Mrs Corr certainly enjoyed the views (see picture).

The surrounding coastline of Fowey is popular with fishermen and spear-fishermen. Many sea creatures can be seen all around the Cornish shoreline, including mullet, bass, mackerel, lobsters and cuttlefish. The seafood served in many of Fowey's restaurants and comes from the Fowey estuary, or the sea just outside it.

Well, visiting Fowey wrapped up out visit to Cornwall and it was a good way to end another holiday before the long journey back up north. Again the journey would be split in two and the half way point this year would once again be the Cotswolds, as in 2009. Last years visit to the Cotswolds is featured in my blog, beginning with Bourton On The Water, followed by Lower Slaughter. It might be worth revisiting these pages before I tell you about our return...coming soon!

Thanks for visiting.
Ash

Minack Theatre, Porthcurno, Cornwall

The Minack Theatre is the most famous cliff theatre in Britain, possibly in the world, carved into the granite cliff overlooking the spectacular panorama of Porthcurno bay. Its summer season of plays, opera and musicals runs for seventeen weeks from May to September. Also on the site is The Rowena Cade Exhibition, which tells the remarkable story of how a girl who enjoyed the gentility of Victorian Cheltenham grew up to build an internationally famous theatre with her own hands.

"Minack" in Cornish means a rocky place and in the 1930’s there was only one house here and it belonged to Rowena Cade. She was born in 1893 in Derbyshire. The Cade's moved to Cheltenham when Rowena's father retired in 1906. When the First World War broke out, she went to work selecting and breaking horses which were shipped out to the front lines in France and Belgium. With the war finished, her husband was dead and Rowena's mother sold their home in Cheltenham. Rowena discovered the Minack headland, when renting a house at Lamorna, and bought it for £100. There she built a house for herself and her mother using granite from a St. Levan quarry.

She offered to let local friends put on "The Tempest" in her gardens, using the rugged coastline offered an appropriate backdrop but there were no seats for the audience. So she set about constructing what we know today as the Minack Theatre.It took six months for Rowena and two Cornish craftsmen to build a simple stage and some rough seating.

The first performance of "The Tempest" in the summer of 1932 was lit by batteries, car headlights and a power feed brought down from Minack House. Until then the nearest she had come to manual work was sewing and mucking out horses. During that first winter of 1931-32, she worked as a labourer for her gardener Billy Rawlings and his mate Charles Thomas Angove.

Granite was cut by hand from local rock. The terraces were in-filled with earth. Over the next seven years the theatre was improved. Then with World War II the army took over the site, and by the end of the war it had virtually returned to nature. Yet Rowena slowly brought the Minack back to life. She converted the gun post the army had built into the theatre's Box Office.

Through the early fifties she and Billy Rawlings completed an access road, a car park and a flight of 90 steps up from the beach. Unable to afford the cost of granite, she had developed her own technique for working with cement. She fetched sand from Porthcurno beach initially with bags on her back and then in her cars. She worked each winter in all weathers until she was in her mid-eighties.

Good amateur theatrical groups are encouraged to play at the Minack Theatre. Michael York, Sheridan Morley, John Nettles, Sue Pollard, Sarah Brightman, Will Self, Jack Shepherd, Hugh Dancy and Charlotte Church have all appeared on the Minack's stage.

In 1976, when she was well over eighty, Rowena Cade gave the Minack Theatre to a Charitable Trust which was set up to receive it. The Trustees extended the season of plays, built a Visitor Centre which is open all year round. This has attracted larger audiences and at last the Theatre is able to pay its way.

The views from the Minack are outstanding and the beach below at Porthcurno Bay can be seen from a fine viewpoint within the coffee shop. The theatre seating plan consists of the main auditorium and the upper terraces, with seat prices ranging between £8 and £9.50 per show. The first few rows of seats have the names of well known stage plays carved into them, adding more character to the place.

Our stay was quite brief. The weather here was nothing to get excited about, although the sun did present itself for a few minutes. A large photo of the theatre was on display in the main reception and it was taken on an ideal summer's day, giving a fantastic panoramic view of the theatre with Green Bay and Logan Rock in the background. I might have achieved a similar shot myself, had the weather been kinder, but I was out of luck. Still, this was another place that was well worth visiting in Cornwall. Recommended.

Ash

Mevagissey, Cornwall

Mevagissey is a traditional fishing village on the South Cornish coastline with a fascinating history. Mevagissey and the surrounding area provides many things to do, but when just want to get away from it all Mevagissey is ideal for that too. Here you can watch the catch of the day come in, which will be served to you in the evening with fine wine in excellent restaurants, while the fisherman can be found sampling Cornish ale in the local taverns.

The village's maze of narrow alleyways, small coves and great cliffs will bring to life stories of Mevagissey's smugglers and intreague the explorer inside you. The gift shops and art galleries will inspire your creative side and the many walks in the area will put you in touch with the beauty of Cornwall. It is an ideal base from which to explore Cornwall and The Rosaland Peninsula. The village remains unspoilt and offers everything that you would need to enjoy a nice holiday in Cornwall.

Today the weather was perfect. A Summer's day in a prime spot of Cornwall, not much more to ask for really. A crab net and some bacon as bait gave us an hour of light entertainment as the sun beat down. My son Christopher was pulling in crab each time he brought the net back up and there was suddenly a friendly competition sparking up along the harbour wall where everyone fished. The smell of fish and chips wafted past, eventually getting the better of us, which eventually saw us heading for a bite to eat. The tide eventually retreated and as the sun set behind us it suddenly became a tad chilly. Time to head back to the car and call it a day.

If you ever visit Cornwall, be sure to stop off at Mevagissey. This is a traditional Cornish fishing town that typifies Cornwall itself and I couldn't imagine driving past it without paying a visit. For the photographer there's more than plenty to see and record on film (or even memory card, as it is these days). As always, if you get the weather then you're laughing. These are three shots from a bunch I took on our second visit to Mevagissey.

Cheers, Ash

Polperro, Cornwall

Polperro is a place that you won't forget in a hurry. It was last August when I first visited this small fishing village on the southern coast of Cornwall and it was by far my favourite of all the Cornish towns I got to visit. Maybe it was that 'Lost in time' effect that the place had on me - maybe it was those narrow photogenic streets with tiny cottages at every turn - or maybe it was the hot cornish pasties and scrumpy cider. All things considered, it was probably all of those things and more.

As with the majority of the Cornish villages and towns I have visited, Polperro was very well kept. The long road down to the shops and harbour were lined with well maintained properties and gardens, many of which were in full bloom and bouncing with colour. A tiny shuttle bus carried no more than a dozen passengers to and from the harbour, plus a horse and cart chipped in with its regular service on the same route.

Boats lined the small harbour at Polperro, which also has a row of houses along one edge of the water, giving an excellent view from each living area. Opposite these houses is the tiny fish quay where boats land their daily catch. There's a bit of everything here. At the harbour's edge tourists could board a boat for a thirty minute trip to Looe and back. Not for me though, there was far too much to see in Polperro itself, so it was time to explore those back streets to discover things I didn't get to see last year. Off the beaten track is where you'll often find those hidden gems. One of those caught me eye just seconds into the first back street I walked down. A house with rendering to the front, covered in sea shells from top to bottom. There were hundreds of them, which were painstakingly (and stategically) placed to give maximum effect. I think it worked!

A nice cold pint of Cornish Rattler cider in a beer garden near the trickling stream rounded off another great visit to Polperro. The little fella caught site of a chocolate fountain in one of the sweet shops and that was it. Within a couple of minutes his face was covered, but did he enjoy it? Silly question really.

So another afternoon in Polpeero comes to an end. Already looking forward to the next visit...

Thanks for reading, Ash

Another Day In Looe, Cornwall

It was certainly beach weather today, so what better way to pass the time than a visit to another one of Cornwall's finest beaches, at Looe. Like last years visit, the tide was out and the beach was packed. The harbour was dry and gone was the opportunity to photograph the floating boats along the picturesque riverside, so I settled for a walk through the main street with it's many off-shoots.

This olde worlde fishing village has retained many of it's charactertic features, and this was evident as I explored the back streets of Looe's town centre. Tight narrow back lanes with small fishing cottages are in abundance, along with a scattering of 'Bed And Breakfast' houses as you go.

Mind you, Looe probably has more pasty shops than any of the other Cornish villages I've visited to date. Of course I couldn't help me'sel could I. It was lamb and mint today - straight out of the oven and down me cake hole. Aye, it was spot on! Today we were on a short tour of the southern coast of Cornwall and Looe was our lunch time stop. A couple of hours short stay and it was time to move on - next stop...Polperro. Looking forward to that one (coming soon).

Ash

Hayle Beach, Cornwall

Cornwall at last. The weather wasn't great upon our arrival and the five day forecast was nothing to get excited about either. Don't ya just love the great british weather, eh. Mind you, it's second nature to get on with things and accept whatever weather comes your way. Let's face it - what choice have ya got when you live in the UK!

It was year since our last visit to Cornwall. A retrospective account of it can be found on my blog - right here. 2010 saw us return to the Hayle area, which is situated on the north coast of Cornwall near the more commercial town of St. Ives.

As there was no write-up of Hayle in my 2009 blog I thought I'd include it this time around, adding it to the list of places I'd already visited and 'shot' during my time in Cornwall.

Hayle has one of the finest beaches in Cornwall so this latest blog entry concentrates on that area of the town, as opposed to the urban and shopping areas. The first shot (top) was taken from a position along the beach towards Godrevey Lighthouse. It was shortly after 8.30pm and the sun was very low, casting a nice orange glow across the fine sand. There must have only been a dozen or so people on the full stretch of the beach, which was almost two miles across. The tide was coming in rapidly so I didn't hang about. A rogue jellyfish sat motionless on the sand, as they tend to do, and I almost stood on it, bare footed. That would have been funny eh - not!

I've added a couple of other shots to this blog entry, which were taken at various points on Hayle beach. One shows a rather nice sunset with rolling waves and a solitary ship on the horizon. Coastal shots and seascapes is what Cornish photography is all about, according to me.

I hope you like them, and thanks again for reading my blog.

Ash

Next Stop...Exeter

Yes, being on the road for hours on end can be quite tiring at times. The owld dog aint getting any younger ya know. I remember opening a can of Relentless to help ease the drooping eyelids as I headed towards the A30 for our final journey to base. Those robbing bastards at Trowell Services stung me to the tune of £2.10 for a fix of the energy drink that would keep me going on the long journey south. £2.10 I tell you!!! At least Dick Turpin had the decency to wear a feckin' mask!!!!!!!!!

Aye well, the journey onward was a decent one - sun was shining and the roads weren't too busy. After a while I could feel a toilet stop beckoning. That large can of Relentless was beginning to take it's toll so the anchors were ready to drop in nearby Exeter - another place I hadn't visited before.

It was a fairly brief stop. Must have been no longer than an hour at most. First port of call was Exeter Cathedral and the surrounding shops and cafe's. By this time the weather was great and the crowds were out. I took a few photo's after a coffee stop near the cathedral then it was time to head back to the car. It would have been nice to explore the place a bit more but time was against us and Cornwall was almost around the corner.

Speak soon. Cheers,
Ash