Let´s get started with Day 4. We decided to head south to visit Saint Michaels Mount and the little fishing village called Mousehole (I still wonder how it got its name...). We arrived at Saint Michaels at 11 o´clock and missed the boat-car-truck thingy (photographed 20245 times by M.) that takes you over to the island by about a minute. The next one was scheduled for 2 pm and we had plenty of time to kill. Since our kids are absolute beach lovers we decided to stay right on spot and play in the sand and collect some shells.
Mount Saint Michaels in the back, the "boat-truck" arriving at the beach and I. trying to get a chance to destroy the sandcastle:
The hard work made us hungry and we went on a quest to get lunch and an icecream in the little village. We found a nice and apparently rather popular pasty shop and had our first pasty since we arrived in England. To be honest though, neither one of us liked it very much. Maybe it is like Marmite, you must grow up with it to like it. On the other hand, I must admit that I didn´t get a very good chance to make it grow on me because when I had eaten it half way, a bird managed to shit right on it. A perfect shot, well done. ;)
At 1 o´clock we realized that low tide had started and it was actually possible to walk over to Saint Michaels mount, so we did.
The water is gone, lets go over to Saint Michaels Mount:
It is an impressive place and I would have loved to take a tour of the house but we decided to skip it because of the kids. Both of them started to get tired and were a bit cranky. We therefore just walked around and had coffee in the sun, which was nice too.
Afterwards we went to Mousehole, the kids took a power nap in the car and when we arrived life was all peace again. We strolled around for a bit and finally we found a nice ice cream shop. S. got all excited, entered the store, looked at the lady and said: "Strawberry ice cream, please!" Her first order on her own ever! It was so cute, especially since "strawberry" is a really tongue twister for her.
After Mousehole, we started to head back home but not without stopping by at the most western part of England. I thought it would just be a coastline, some cliffs and possibly a sign saying that we are as far west as we can get but no, it was the tackiest place I have seen in England EVER. It is commercialized to a point that it becomes ridiculous. First of all you pay 3 pounds for parking, then you enter through a gate and it almost looks like you have arrived at an outlet mall or a theme park. You have to walk passed several stores, a movie theather with a monster show (why?) and the like until you finally reach the the coastline. Here they have set up a sign saying something like "you are as far west as you can get" and if you wish to take a picture with the sign in it please consider the professional photographer taking it for you. Of course, you can then buy it... We strolled around for a bit and had fun making jokes about the place but that was it, no more no less. I would honestly not recommend anyone to go. There are so many nicer places than this further east.
As far west as you can get
Later in the evening, after we had returned to the hotel, we decided to take a swim in the pool. Super! I wish I had a pool just downstairs in my own house. Sitting in the bubble pool, swimming a bit and maybe having a little drink. Wouldn´t that be awesome?
The next day we went hiking along the northern cornish coast. We parked the car at one of the National trust sites (Carnewas) and walked along-side with the Bedruthan steps and back.
Walk alongside with the Bedruthan steps, which are made by a giant:
Can you find M. and I.?
Hiking is really exhausting:
By the time we returned it was low tide again and we could go down to the beach. You have to master a really steep staircase to get down but it is well worth it. The beach is amazing and the kids had superfun. It was warm enough to take their pants off and they loved running around in the sand, dipping their feed in the water (which was coooold) and building sandcastles.
I. at the beach
S. is getting her feet wet
When we got home in the evening, we decided to watch the sunset from the cliffs outside our hotel. It was a nice idea in theory but I must say, sunsets were more romantic pre-kids (the picture below gives you a hint why) :)
Watching (or not watching) the sunset!
The next day was already our last and it was time to say good bye to Cornwall! Hopefully we will see you again!
On the way home we took a pitstop at yet another beach. Very rocky this time and M. and S. went crab fishing (unfortunately without success but at least they had fun):
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