Padstow

All of you who may be reading this, do come to Padstow. It's a bit full of clothes shops and fish and chips, and it used to have a greengrocer and a butcher and a chandlery. So a local told me.
It is, however, gorgeous, and stuffed full of people even though it's a Wednesday and they should all be at work saving Britain.
Just photos in this bit.

We go to St Ives tomorrow, Thursday. A bit of a headwind, but we'll see, even though the tide will be in favour. The tides on this coast are quite teeny.

Lovely little harbour with a musical pub on the other side,
and loads of bullying seagulls.

The church on the hill
celebrating the Saints' Way

A very beautiful Dutch double ender with all
the sailing gear ever needed, and in the Dutch way,
everything is very shiny.

The front of the Dutchman's shiny boat.

Top of the steps on the harbour wall

Digging and dredging the channel - far out on the sands
which are flooded for half the tide and wide and
flat for the other half.

The estuary, and the channel to the harbour.
The whole lot is covered at high tide.

The estuary, looking towards Rock. The river has been named after a large, long necked ungulate.

Full of craft and clothing shops, places to buy pasties, and
restaurants.

Rick Stein's main restaurant. Padstow is
a sort of homage to Rick Stein. And the food
was, really, the best . . .

Man with a hat

. . . and expensive.

This is not Rick Stein. It is a seagull
trying to figure out how to get in
to the restaurant without being
caught, skinned and served up
with a fish accompaniment.

The weather has turned . . . glorious.