A little wander around the waterfront on our way through St Mawes.
The sun started to emerge from behind it’s cloak of wet cloud as we rounded the headland into St Mawes. One minute you’re pootling down an average road with the occasional sea glimpse between the houses, next you’re face with the edge of the land, a castle below you and the sea extending out over the horizon ahead. So we stop at the castle as an unexpected rush of wind and rain reminds us it is November, but doesn’t detract from the view.
Parking on the pier, we’re glad to see the tide out enough for a spot of crabbing in the clear blue pool off the harbour beach. The ferry comes and goes but barely makes enough of a ripple to reach us on the beach – the perfect conditions for skimming a stone or shell, although the glare of the sun made it hard to tell whose skimmer went the furthest...
Stomaches grumbled for elevenses, so we headed up the slip to discover a porthole in a wall which, upon peering through, divulged the perfect little eatery. It was admittedly late elevenses, gone midday luckily so the doors were open for us to acquire much needed sustenance in the form of takeaway proper coffees and homemade brownies. We perched on the harbour wall like seagulls, picking at each other's treats and soaking in the view.
A leisurely stroll along the front allowed contemplation of the surely-glorious lifestyle of one of the residents of these harbourside dwellings. Peeking in the windows of seasonal shops revealed glimpses of bright red lifeboats, hints of the building's former life as a 1950s filling station. We’d soaked up the quiet calm of the seafront, a nice little stopover before carrying on along the coast.