Steinwood Country

I’ve decided that I approve of small towns. St Mawgan is so small it does not have a main street, just a little junction marked by the confluence of pub and church. Not churchgoers, we opted for the former last night and wished that we had a local like the Falcon. Although I was a bit flummoxed, upon ordering the scampi, that it arrived crumbed. With chips and peas.

Today, oh great relief, we ditched the tramping for two sets of wheels, hooray to be zooming down the country paths instead of clumping footsore along them! We rode the Camel Trail, 19 miles of cycle path along the route of an old railway. Through woods that could only be called woods and never bush or forest, along a river then an estuary, ending up in Padstow, or Padstein as we overheard someone call it. Rick Stein has colonised this seaside town with no less than 5 outlets for his wares. A restaurant, cafe, fish n chip joint, patisserie, deli and shop. Outrageous but the punters seem to love it. I have to admit we joined them, and the fish and chips were rather good.

Damon from Encounter Cornwall was very lovely, and we felt entirely more benign towards the countryside today.

Posted by Mark on Tuesday, September 12, 2006 at 03.52 am AEST