ENGLAND 2016: Cornwall's Padstow

Moving right along, here's another coastal town in Cornwall!

If I started off with Astrid's panorama of "The View," wouldn't you want to see it!?!
(click to enlarge)

But first, we have to get there, approx. 15 miles from home base, but this time driving north.

Which makes me realize a map might be helpful:

In the last post, we went to Fowey to the south; this post we're in Padstow to the north,

population ca. 3,000.  (Click to enlarge.)

As you come into the town, you immediately see the town harbor.

Can you tell this is a fishing port?!

And can you tell we were there at low tide?

In fact, as we walked around the harbor towards where we would end up eating lunch,

both Astrid and I saw what we had hoped to see:  beached boats.

This is so unusual for those of us in America...and even the Netherlands.

I still just stare, knowing the tide will come back in eventually to un-beach them.

I did say lunch, didn't I!

Pauline and Chris took us to their favorite place for BLT/bacon buttie sandwiches.

And with the Ginger Beer (non-alcoholic), I was in taste-bud heaven.

After lunch we headed on the walk towards the memorial cross,

commemorating the Great War (WWI).

Europeans are the ones most affected by the two world wars, as opposed to Americans.

Almost every town/city we visit anywhere in Europe has a war memorial!

Then past the cross, after cresting the hill, there we saw it:  The View.

Padstow sits on the west bank of the River Camel estuary,

and out there is the Celtic Sea.

Across from us was this "White House" that caught my attention.

Supposedly some of the Royals spend time there (William and Harry, I think).
Apparently the north-coast surfing is ideal for aficionados. 

On our side of the inlet, even Astrid and Chris went down to the beach,
just to say they did it.

It was a hard place to leave but we did eventually walk back into town...

catching some goodies along the way.
(Maybe someone can identify the bird?  A sparrow?)

See the bottom teddy bear?

That's the Cornish tartan and flag.

We couldn't leave without a clotted ice-cream (that's one scoop!), thanks to Chris...

and pasties for our supper later on the train back to Bath.

Speaking of which, once back "home" we packed up and drove to the St. Austell train station,
where we said good-bye to our splendid hosts, Pauline and Chris.

It was now back to Bath...to join Lisl and Michael, our "bookends" for our England stay.

But not to confuse anyone, I have one more Cornwall post...of St. Michael's Mount...

which we visited our second day in Cornwall....

(to be continued)