Gurnard's Head

After the, by now, habitual run to Marazion and back, we decided to see a bit of blowy grandeur on the North Coast. Gurnard's Head is a fine, rocky promentary near Zennor. After clearing the airways, we had a hot drink in the Treen Hotel which looked super-cosy and was being used as accommodation for families from the Boden catalogue. The youngest child seemed to be called Noodle. Whilst we sat in the window seat, a herd of cows came past for milking. For some reason, there was a bull amongst all the milkers. It was all delightfully cosy, English and bucolic.

Then back to the house for fish, beer and Inception. Very good film!