An Easter visit to NT Godolphin

About 20 minutes drive from Boscrowan there lies a hidden gem which is especially wonderful in Springtime – the ancient and atmospheric estate of Godolphin. Bluebell woods, medieval gardens and an incredibly old and imposing house and farm buildings.

The imposing front of Godolphin
Godolphin House from the gardens behind

Spring is when the gardens at Godolphin are at their very best. Th combination of Snake’s head fritillaries and primroses in the lawns as the daffodils are fading is a sight to behold and a lasting memory for us garden lovers!

Snakeshead fritillaries

Such a pretty flower

Ancient gardens, sympathetically managed.

There’s plenty of educational interest for children too in the farm buildings – milking shed, stables and old horse drawn flat hay wagons.

Bee boles nestle in the old walls

Some of the house is now a self catering wing so not always open to the public but you can wander in through those great doors to the secondhand bookshop and the Undercroft.

Entrance to the ancient courtyard

Do check out the NT website for opening times. Definitely well worth a visit.

Behind the scenes – getting ready for the season ahead

As with most things in life – there’s a lot that goes on behind the scenes which our lovely cottage guests never see!

The duck weed was beginning to take over on the pond – it looked more like a lawn than a pond. Bring in the troops on a Sunday with the lure of roast lunch. We have grandson Jack age 6 (carefully supervised by his mother behind) on the leaf blower, so by blowing the weed to the edges of the pond the land team -Grandad (David) and I and their father could scoop up and remove the weed. The force of the leaf blower naturally put the boat into reverse (not a nautical term I’m sure!) so daughter Jenny’s task was to maintain position. Tamzin age 4 was just there for the ride/decoration! If you would like to see the video with music of the fun event then click here It does somewhat depict the calm of Boscrowan!

Then there are the flower beds to mulch. Home made compost from our garden cut backs, deadheading etc and the well matured manure from the stables are spread on all the flowerbeds and the veg and cutting area. How else could we produce that verdant summer growth?!

Electricians are here this week, PAT testing all the appliances and installing interlinked smoke detectors in all the bedrooms to conform with new regulations. We want our guests to feel safe and be safe when they are here.

New curtains have been made in the workroom for Ring and Thimble stairs and new blinds for Peace and Plenty kitchen.

Peace and Plenty kitchen

Seed sowing time is here too – which tomatoes to grow this year? How many can I squeeze into my 37′ greenhouse? Downsizing? Never! Well the greenhouse is another blog post in its own right!

Cornwall is busy this summer, but not everywhere………….

Curious after all the recent publicity about overcrowding in Cornwall this summer I thought I’d go and seek out a quieter area of Cornwall a few days ago. If you happened to miss it, a comment by Malcolm Bell from Visit Cornwall made reference to Cornwall being exceptionally busy this summer. The media misconstrued the comment and he later replied saying that there were another 400 beaches in Cornwall besides the  two of the most popular beaches Kynance Cove and Porthcurno, nearer to Boscrowan, which were overcrowded. Have you even heard of Whitsand Bay I wonder? Ashamedly I hadn’t and wanting to explore an unknown area of Cornish coast I set out with backpack and map last week to walk on the Rame peninsula, which is near Torpoint and the Devon border.

Beginning my journey in Seaton, mid morning, with an energising latte (Plenty of contours on the map alongside the marked SW Coast path),  where I was only the fifth customer in the café I meandered on to Downderry. Here  I spotted just  one family on the beach playing in the sea.

An August paddle

An August paddle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Admittedly it was a dullish day, but even so, it was the middle of August.

Walking along the beach then up onto the road to re join the coastal footpath it was such fun to explore a different area of Cornwall where the sand was more grey and silver than the golden we know here at West Cornwall. The cliffs were different and more trees close to the sea. Proof that this was indeed a more sheltered spot with less biting winds in the winter and if anyone should disagree the evidence was there – the trees grew upright unlike the few that survive close to the coast of the far west.

The coast path was steep up and steep down. Easy steps but still a walk to challenge the less fit, myself included.

SW coast path

coastal footpath

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mist rolled in and the mist rolled out again, no phone signal so no contact with the outside world – just heavenly….what could be more relaxing.

a sea mist

the sea became the sky or the sky became the sea!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I descended from the last hill before Portwrinke – and oh what a lovely name, I spotted a seat upon which I could rest myself and my rucksack. I couldn’t resist a giggle when I saw that it was dedicated to possible ancestors. Definitely needed to be sat upon!

A welcom resting place

A relatives resting place?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Portwrinkle ahead

Portwrinkle ahead

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And so on to Portwrinkle which even had a traditional red phone box which was still in use – so no mobile reception here too. And people survive?!!! The Jolly Roger produced a very acceptable pannini for lunch. No frills but a lovely view over the beach below and again no more than a handful of people.

Refreshed I strode on, again lovely views, alongside the golf course and then the path ran alongside the road, past the large and foreboding Tregantle Fort, high up on a hill and shrouded in mist before dropping down to the coast again and the lovely Sharrow Cliff

Sharrow Cliff NT

Sharrow Cliff NT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rock formations here were different, more linear than home, the thrift would have been lovely earlier in the year. My walk ended just before the hamlet of Freathy – a collection of mainly wooden chalets, all individual and probably all privately owned – no complexes here.

Inspired, I shall return – Rame Head and Kingsand and Cawsand are beckoning. Not surprisingly this area is called ‘Forgotten Cornwall’.  So yes, you can always find empty beaches in Cornwall – even in August!