Cornwall is a place that every respectable traveller should visit at least once in their lifetime.
I might be biased… in fact I probably most certainly am, but to me, Cornwall is one of the most beautiful places on earth. With breathtaking views of endless beauty, accompanied by the sounds of thundering waves crashing against the rocky cliff edges, as seagulls cry out, circling the skies above. It is the perfect place to become one with yourself and release your inner wanderer.
There is a constant force of nature, in this wondrous land, that is not to be reckoned with, and yet at the same time a peace and tranquillity in everything you see. It is a place ruled by mother nature, as most of the land is still untouched or (mostly) left to its own devices. It is this unkempt wilderness that makes Cornwall so unique to anywhere else.
But Cornwall is not merely a land of moors and cliff tops, it is also home to small quaint country villages and rolling fields – filled with sweet-smelling flowers and freshly harvested hay. A place of traditional festivals and ancient Celtic culture. There is so much to see and explore, from old castle ruins and Celtic stones to beautiful babbling brooks running through majestic woods.
In all my years of travelling and exploring, I have never been to a place that has felt so magical. And when I say this I mean it in the most literal sense – it quite literally feels like any minute a pixie or an elf could wander past you or a mermaid could wave its fish scaled tale in the local harbour! There is a constant mystery that shrouds Cornwall making all these fairy tales and mythical creatures seem plausible. Cornwall, or Kernow as the locals call it, is a place left in time, frozen in its simplicity and beauty.
In Kernow, time is not a key factor, everything happens in its own time at its own pace, or as the Cornish call it ‘D’reckly time’. There is no pressure or demands, it is simply a place to just be. This may be slightly hard to adjust to at first, however, once you breathe in the salty sea air and engross your self in the sounds of nature you will soon become a D’reckly doer yourself. Quite simply there is no way to hurry Cornwall…or if there is, no one has discovered it yet – but that is what makes it so very special.
As you can probably tell, I have a deep love for this beautiful part of the world. I have spent many a happy hour strolling its meadows and collecting seashells off its beaches. Wading in the lush clear waters, whilst watching the fishing boats set off for the day. Smelling the aroma of pure perfection that fills the air whilst homemade pasties cook in the ovens! As I’m sure you know, Cornwall is famous for its pastry heaven known as the pasty. There have been songs, poems and even stories written about pasties. Family recipes have been handed down through generation to generation, there are even competitions held in honour of the pasty!
So if you find your travelling legs have brought you to Cornwall, then it is an absolute must to try a pasty! And there is no better place to eat one then in a quaint little fishing village surrounded by lush golden sand and the sound of lapping waves. Though do watch the skies above for the seagulls, they love pasties almost as much as the Cornish and aren’t too shy to try take a bite!
Putting pasty eating seagulls aside…There is a wonderful poem about Cornwall written by the Cornish poet Clive Blake, I personally think it sums Kernow up perfectly:
Coastline, rocky, rugged, proud, crumbling cliffs in ozone shrouds, sun-kissed drifts of desert sand, golden frame of a sea cradled land.
fishing village, atmospheric hub, brass band playing. outside quaint old pub, boats, all sizes, rest near harbour wall, wading birds sift through tide-filled pool.
foliage explosion of a Cornish hedge, country lanes snake, and young birds fledge, ruminants, punctuating, quilted hill, buzzards soar and wise hares are still.
tine mine engine house, towering stack, roof caved in, gorse and bracken’s back, white clay peak, geometrical and sleek, earths riches gouged, canyon deep.
moor-land, open, untamed, granite-strewn, wild ponies dance to a skylark’s tune, tor and beacon, barrow and mound, you’re in God’s own country when you walk this ground.
– Clive Blake
All in all, Kernow is a wondrous place and I don’t think I could ever do it true justice with words. It is somewhere you must come and experience for yourself. So I fully encourage you to pack your wellington boots and immerse yourself in the true beauty that is Cornwall! Come walk the cobbled streets of Truro, wade in the waters of Marazion, feel the wind on your face as you stand on the clifftops at the lizard and explore as much as humanly possible the wild beauty of this stunning land.
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my little post about Cornwall and hopefully, it’s given you a new place to add to the travel list!
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