A little bit of this, a little bit of Cawsand.

Kends has just made us a lovely breakfast of her signature scrambled eggs, and I sit writing this on a sunny and warm day, much like yesterday was. We seem to be blessed with lovely weekend weather at the moment, our third weekend in a row of sun and warmth, and it is yet to rain. Wonderful.

Yesterday we spent the day en route to, in, and around Cawsand, which is a tiny little village in Cornwall. What a beautiful place of the world to find yourself in. Picture in your mind the most stereotypical little English village that you can, now make it even more stereotypical! Tiny, winding streets, cobbled and uneven in places. Houses literally on top of one another, only different colours of paint distinguishing one from the other. It is a sight to behold. The most incredible thing about many of these houses are their ages. A select few have the building completion dates proudly displayed above their front doors, some as old as 1794! That's older than most of South Africa. Wow.

Cawsand

Cawsand

But let me not get ahead of myself. The trip to Cawsand is half the story anyways. We left home at 11am, a tad later than our planned departure time of 8.30, haha. We took the scenic walk around the Hoe, which made the trip a little longer, but it was worth it. The Plymouth Hoe is definitely the most gorgeous part of this town, a wonderful grass embankment, around 50 meters above sea level, with breath taking views of the bay of Plymouth. Passing through the Hoe, we walked for another half hour or so and arrived at the Crenwell Ferry, which took us into Mount Edgecombe and the county of Cornwall. The ferry ride itself was only about 5 minutes.

"Jason's Gate"

We landed at Mount Edgecombe and leaped ashore. Kends suggested we take the shorter way, which involved ascending a steeper than average hill, crossing a field of sheep, an even steeper descent down the other side of said hill, and we arrived at a cattle gate, which would have confused little Jason, haha.

From there onwards, we walked along the coastal path, just a few meters away from the cliff that separated is from perilous fall into the cold Atlantic ocean. Haha. A little too dramatic?
We stopped for a few minutes and had a sandwich and water break. 10 minutes later, and after rescuing an old mans plastic bag, we arrived in Cawsand.

The Cornish Pasty

As I said, it is the most stereotypical English village imaginable. I can only liken it to Kalk Bay, but even that does not do it justice. We meandered though town and down to the beach, which was actually a lot nicer a beach than I had expected. We lounged in the sun (yes, you heard me right, sun) and Kends tested the water temperature. You see, she had planned on swimming, silly girl. She stood in the water for what could not have been longer than 30 seconds, and then came out, and complained that her feet had nearly started cramping from the cold. Needless to say, no swimming happened. We headed into the "commercial" part of town, where all the cafe's and restaurants were found. I indulged in a Cornish Pasty, in Cornwall. Can you say "from the source"? It was too legit. Kends had a soup, and we ran into a couple guys from the Uni Sailing Club.

 

It was nearly time for the final ferry of the day so we headed down to the beach and waited. This ferry ride was a bit longer, and way more scenic. We got home at around 6pm, and after being pointed out by my brother over Skype, we had even managed to get ourselves sunburned. Only us, I tell you.










Oh, did I mention my baby brother turned 18 yesterday?! So sorry I couldn't have been there, but this was not a bad consolation price.