Just arrived in Padstow, or Padstein as the locals refer to this fabulous Cornish fishing village!! The presence of Rick is everywhere, shops, cafes and restaurants. We are here courtesy of my gorgeous and extremely generous sister and her husband for a very extravagant, birthday present, staying at St Petroc’s hotel a which is verrry swish . Tomorrow we are up at 8.30 to go to the cookery school to learn how to filet fish and cook up a storm, cant wait!! More of that later….
St Peroc’s, the oldest building in Padstow, has beautiful bedrooms, all the floors are slightly wonky and slope; we have a very high and comfy bed, a huge wardrobe; there are shutters on the windows and two Somerset Maughan, days of the Raj, chairs to relax and chill, all tastefully painted in shades of off white. There is even a beer in the mini bar named after Chalky, the dog.
Downstairs, is an intimate and pretty restaurant,plus two lovely sitting rooms with comfy chairs and a library full of books and magazines to peruse with a glass of vino. Won’t ever want to leave this place.
Padstow, a busy, fishing harbour, looks very atmospheric on a misty and drizzly February afternoon. Seagulls squawked overhead and dainty, very tame sandpipers with orange beaks pecked at our feet. Padstow is full of places to eat, little shops and galleries, a real treat. Have already spotted a place to purchase some good frames for my work.
