'Saying Goodbye to Sunny'
Good Morning,
Fellow Readers and Authors,
I hope you are all well, wherever you are in the world, and enjoying your weekend.
Well, two weeks or so have flown by once again, and my tenure at the farm finally came to an end on Monday 4th of August.
The owners returned and were elated at my efforts in maintaining their little piece of Cornwall. Fences had been mended, meadow’s mowed, and the Kubota serviced and ready for work again. Even the pigs had behaved themselves, and the goats had also fallen into a routine, based on feeding them treats of course.
It was something of a wrench though, leaving on that Monday morning I can tell you. I have to confess the hardest parting was with Sunny, and saying goodbye to him. Our early morning routine having my tea and sharing my biscuits with him across the top of a five bar gate had finally come to an end.
Each afternoon when trekking across the meadows to the feed the pigs, he would follow me side by side. Their was of course a handful of grain at the end of it for his troubles. I will miss him without a doubt.
Monday 4th saw Vera and I topping up with fuel and food in St Austell, then heading to a lovely campsite called Innis Inn quite close by. It was a handy base from where I was able to explore the Innis Fisheries, a picturesque selection of fishing lakes.
When time allows, I will post pictures and a reel of this beautiful place. The owner and I talked for some time about the history of the lakes and the surrounding land, which he had worked on for over five decades.
My next port of call was Par Sands for a couple of days, and a walk along the headland to Polkerris, which I had promised myself for some time. The scenery is outstanding, and the walk was blessed with glorious sunshine virtually all day. My experience promoted a reel, which has already been posted on Linkedin and Facebook.
After an enjoyable day exploring Par Sands, and the walk along the headland to Polkerris, I gave the Ship Inn a call. On the way to the parking area at the beach I had noticed a motorhome parked in their grounds, and sure enough, Kelly informed me that they were happy for me to do an overnight stay.
The parking area for motorhomes is large enough for fifteen vehicles at least, if not more, and there is an outside toilet that is open all night.
The menu could not be ignore of course, and that evening I had a lovely meal in the gardens sampling the local caught cod for dinner. The staff are a great bunch, and it’s a refreshing change to see a smiling face on my stop over’s. So many places I visit lack the congenial approach to their patrons, and the Ship Inn and their staff are the opposite end of the spectrum.
But then this is Cornwall, and the ethos here is very different when welcoming a stranger.
The following morning, I ventured into Par for a haircut at Endean’s. By the time Stella had given me an estimate for my long overdue haircut, I returned the to the Ship Inn early afternoon. It was clearly too late to move on, so I booked in for a second night.
Oh, what hardship I thought, so I consoled myself with exploring the pub’s menu still further. I was glad I did, and not just for the monstrous bacon cheeseburger, the Ship Inn had a choir performing in their bandstand that evening.
I would like to thank Cathy, Mick, Kelly, Connor, and all of the other staff for such a lovely stay at the Ship Inn. If I am in Cornwall again, I will certainly come and visit you, I promise.
My adventures continue, and I will piece together another article as soon as time and an Internet signal allows.
In the meantime, I would like to thank you as always for your support with all of my novels, it is sincerely appreciated.
Link - https://tinyurl.com/yw3ww7mc
Stay safe, and keep reading and writing, and most of all, follow your dreams whatever they may be. 😊
Best Wishes
AR
Fellow Readers and Authors,
I hope you are all well, wherever you are in the world, and enjoying your weekend.
Well, two weeks or so have flown by once again, and my tenure at the farm finally came to an end on Monday 4th of August.
The owners returned and were elated at my efforts in maintaining their little piece of Cornwall. Fences had been mended, meadow’s mowed, and the Kubota serviced and ready for work again. Even the pigs had behaved themselves, and the goats had also fallen into a routine, based on feeding them treats of course.
It was something of a wrench though, leaving on that Monday morning I can tell you. I have to confess the hardest parting was with Sunny, and saying goodbye to him. Our early morning routine having my tea and sharing my biscuits with him across the top of a five bar gate had finally come to an end.
Each afternoon when trekking across the meadows to the feed the pigs, he would follow me side by side. Their was of course a handful of grain at the end of it for his troubles. I will miss him without a doubt.
Monday 4th saw Vera and I topping up with fuel and food in St Austell, then heading to a lovely campsite called Innis Inn quite close by. It was a handy base from where I was able to explore the Innis Fisheries, a picturesque selection of fishing lakes.
When time allows, I will post pictures and a reel of this beautiful place. The owner and I talked for some time about the history of the lakes and the surrounding land, which he had worked on for over five decades.
My next port of call was Par Sands for a couple of days, and a walk along the headland to Polkerris, which I had promised myself for some time. The scenery is outstanding, and the walk was blessed with glorious sunshine virtually all day. My experience promoted a reel, which has already been posted on Linkedin and Facebook.
After an enjoyable day exploring Par Sands, and the walk along the headland to Polkerris, I gave the Ship Inn a call. On the way to the parking area at the beach I had noticed a motorhome parked in their grounds, and sure enough, Kelly informed me that they were happy for me to do an overnight stay.
The parking area for motorhomes is large enough for fifteen vehicles at least, if not more, and there is an outside toilet that is open all night.
The menu could not be ignore of course, and that evening I had a lovely meal in the gardens sampling the local caught cod for dinner. The staff are a great bunch, and it’s a refreshing change to see a smiling face on my stop over’s. So many places I visit lack the congenial approach to their patrons, and the Ship Inn and their staff are the opposite end of the spectrum.
But then this is Cornwall, and the ethos here is very different when welcoming a stranger.
The following morning, I ventured into Par for a haircut at Endean’s. By the time Stella had given me an estimate for my long overdue haircut, I returned the to the Ship Inn early afternoon. It was clearly too late to move on, so I booked in for a second night.
Oh, what hardship I thought, so I consoled myself with exploring the pub’s menu still further. I was glad I did, and not just for the monstrous bacon cheeseburger, the Ship Inn had a choir performing in their bandstand that evening.
I would like to thank Cathy, Mick, Kelly, Connor, and all of the other staff for such a lovely stay at the Ship Inn. If I am in Cornwall again, I will certainly come and visit you, I promise.
My adventures continue, and I will piece together another article as soon as time and an Internet signal allows.
In the meantime, I would like to thank you as always for your support with all of my novels, it is sincerely appreciated.
Link - https://tinyurl.com/yw3ww7mc
Stay safe, and keep reading and writing, and most of all, follow your dreams whatever they may be. 😊
Best Wishes
AR
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