The
Port William hotel at Trebarwith Strand in Cornwall, just south of Tintagel of
dubious King Arthur fame
You
may not find this terribly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a
good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught
up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.
Lacking
enough vacation days to wait for the next weekly pub quiz in Devon, we dart down
past Barnstaple, Hartland Point and Golden Park (scene of last year's exuberant
fun), and Bude and Tintagel to insinuate ourselves into the small community
of Trebarwith Strand, a tiny outlet to the sea not far from . . . Trebarwith.
We lock up the rental and go check out the digs for the next few days.
Here's
the lovely old Port
William inn, poised solidly upon the Southwest Coast Path.
Lovelier
and lovelier, part of the pub's dining room (above) and the bar (below). "Williieee,
Willlieee, Woooo" the resident parrot charmed some but not all of us at breakfast.
The Port
William, facing out to the sea, with possibly the friendliest staff along this
whole stretch of coast. It's a treat anywhere to fetch up in an inn with such
wonderful people in residence.
The
long view up the driveway
The
Port William inn, from the far side of the combe
High
tide below the Port William inn
Low
tide below the Port William inn
Another
high tide, a repetitive process, by all the signs
Trebarwith
Strand village, mid-October 2004.