A short stop in Cornwall

You may have noticed things have been a little quiet lately, and for that I have to apologise. However, I promise it's not without good reason, and I'm hoping that in the next couple of weeks I'll be able to share with you what I've been up to and get back to regular posting and Project 365 updates. In the mean time, though, I've got some snap shots from a recent trip to Cornwall I'd like to share with you.

On Thursday I made the twelve-hour coach journey down to Cornwall. Twelve hours is a long time to spend on a coach, but it was a beautiful day and the views of rolling hills and the beaches of the South coast outside the window more than made up for my slightly achey legs. I arrived into Penryn shortly after nine, and my lovely friend Emily (whose art I strongly suggest you take a look at) was there to meet me. Emily and I have known each other through social media for quite a while, and when I told her I was coming down to Cornwall it was the perfect opportunity for us to meet properly. As we'd imagined, we got on like a house on fire, and I'm sure this won't be the only time we meet.

After a short lie-in on Friday morning we caught the bus into Falmouth and headed to Espressini for brunch. Espressini is the most gorgeous little coffee shop, with mixy-matchy furniture, a mix of hand-crafted and vintage crockery, floral wallpaper adorning every other wall, and a really cosy, homely atmosphere. We both of course ordered coffee, and while I chose the avocado toast with roasted tomatoes (which in writing this post I now have serious cravings for), Emily opted for mushrooms and capers on toast, which I'm definitely tempted to try if I'm ever back there.

We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring Falmouth, with Emily pointing out the best places to eat (Wildebeest has definitely earned itself a place on my list of places to visit) and the best of Falmouth's independent shops. Around mid-afternoon we wandered over to Gyllyngvase beach to sit by the heaters on the balcony of Gylly beach café and do some people-watching over yet more coffee.

By early evening we were both feeling quite peckish, so we made our way to Pizza Express for pizzas bigger than our heads (the Pianta is my absolute favourite), followed by a sneaky dessert. Much as I would have loved to have stayed out to visit some of Falmouth's bars, I had to be up early the next day to catch my coach home, so after dinner we caught the bus back to Emily's flat and spent the rest of the evening in the kitchen, chatting away with her flatmates.

I was certainly very sad to leave Cornwall, but I've absolutely no doubt I'll be making another trip there in the (hopefully) not-too-distant future.