Pasties by the sea

My friend Graham once told me that pasties were the ‘food of the Gods’ and it’s no wonder when they come from God’s country itself (no, not the Shire!).

Of course, one weekend isn’t really going to do a whole county justice, and especially one as beautiful as Cornwall.  I must admit that I had pretty high expectations by now, since whenever I mentioned to anyone that I was heading down to Cornwall for the weekend, they positively swooned and could barely stop the superlatives gushing out.



It was a pretty long 5.5 hour train ride to Redruth, where Graham met me at the station.  I’m sure it was a pity that I missed most of the sights there since I’d built up quite a sleep deficit over the week and I couldn’t resist getting some shuteye.  I do love train journeys though, because they’re so much more relaxing than driving, and you can always sleep or read a book.

Graham gave me a whirlwind 30-second tour of Redruth, which he claimed was sufficient to do it justice.  However, we only sampled the pasties from a mere single bakery, so in my opinion the tour was not very comprehensive at all.

Over the course of the two days, Graham took me to Rolf Harris’s favourite view in the world from Tregenna Castle, the beautiful seaside town of St Ives (where a crafty seagull swooped and stole my ice-cream!), a cliffside walk from Porthtowan, the old mine Wheal Coates near St Agnes, and the rather hip Falmouth (though I am getting old so who knows what is hip these days!)

With so many spectacular views, I definitely think that I will come back and do the coastal walk.

A dip in Bath

Last weekend, I caught the train to the pretty little town of Bath. It’s well known for the Roman baths and the beautiful architecture and cobblestone streets.

My train arrived in Bath at around 9am on Saturday morning, and after blindly wandering around trying to find my hostel, I came across the Roman baths just as they opened. It was nice to be able to wander around without hoards of other tourists (generally we are lazy people who like to sleep in on holidays!).  The baths were green from the algae, but the thermal waters were still merrily bubbling away.  The museum exhibition was very good, with computer reconstructions of what the baths and the surrounding areas probably looked like.  My imagination was running wild, picturing myself wearing a toga back in the day!




I met another Aussie guy in my hostel room, so we went out exploring the local shops, pasty outlets (of which there were many!), restaurants and cafes, and strolls along the River Avon.  Matt is a chef by trade, so it was a weekend of just talking about food! Speaking of which, I saw these in the windows of a butcher – can anyone tell me what they are??

On Sunday, I went to the fabulous Thermae Bath Spa for a couple of hours relaxation.  They have a rooftop pool with stunning views of Bath and the surrounding hillside, and the bubble jets were very calming and soothing.  I also loved the steam rooms, of which there are four scented with different relaxing scents such as lavender, eucalyptus and mint.  The instructions on the door suggested spending up to 20 mins in the steam room to relax and open up your pores before standing under a cold shower.  The change in temperature is so horrific though, that I was only able to lightly drizzle my body with steaming hot body with cold water for 10 seconds at most, whilst trying with all my might to suppress my squeals!

I’m definitely looking forward to going back to Bath the next time I’m feeling stressed!