Back in July, I joined James and his family for their annual family trip to Perranporth in Cornwall.

His mum has been going there with her family ever since she was little and she loves it so much that you’ll find her there a few times a year.

James and I arrived in the early evening, dropped our luggage off in the room before running out to the beach before sunset.


If you hadn’t already gathered from previous blog posts that feature James, he loves a National Trust site more than life itself.

Aided by our good friend, the internet, we headed over to Trelissick which the National Trust website describes as ‘a house and garden set in an estate with extraordinary maritime views’.

We managed to have a little wander around the gardens before the heavens opened and we decided to head indoors for a cream tea instead.

I wasn’t mad.

As the rain showed no sign of letting up, we checked out the gift shop and the bizarre range of items for sale.

When we got back to Perranporth, the rain had finally stopped so we put on our hiking boots (yes, we both bought hiking boots especially for the occasion) and headed off on a walk over to Perran Sands.


As it was summertime in England, the rain started up again and we made our way back to the comfort of our hotel.

Imagine meeting this guy on your hike?

Or worse:

Dating him.

In the evening, we popped downstairs to the pub for Steak Night and let’s just say that steak is not their specialty…


Tuesday was a chilled one where we headed to Truro for a spot of shopping with James’ family in the morning; we chilled out in the hotel room and researched other fun things to do in Cornwall on a less rainy day and had dinner at Willow which I’ve just realised is the top rated restaurant (out of 27) in Perranporth according to Tripadvisor.


As James’ National Trust site withdrawal symptons had taken hold, we headed over to St Michael’s Mount to subdue them.

St Michael’s Mount is a rocky tidal island in Mount’s Bay, crowned by a medieval church and castle.

The island is a civil parish linked to the town of Marazion by a man-made causeway of granite setts, passable between mid-tide and low water.


I know it’s hard to gage this size of this heart by a close up photo but let’s just say that it was far from being fit for a giant.

The views from the top were beautiful but we had no desire to join the queue to go indoors on such a sunny day.

When we reached the bottom, we had a little wander around the town before grabbing a mediocre pasty for lunch.

The views more than made up for it though!

James was also keen to revisit Paradise Park, a wildlife sanctuary, that he had enjoyed visiting when he was younger.

We even made it in time to feed nectar to the lorikeets.

I may look calm in this photo but it was bizarre seeing them eating the nectar (I didn’t even realise that birds had tongues, LOL) and my sunglasses hide the fear behind in eyes of the potential that they had to claw my arms apart.

But other than that, TOTES BRILL EXPERIENCE!

When we got back to Perranporth, we chilled out on the beach and James thoroughly enjoyed his exfoliating treatment.

We had dinner at Massala with his brother, Tom, and his girlfriend, Lu.

The curry was DIVINE.

I didn’t take any photos but I’d thoroughly recommend it if you’re ever in the area 😉


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