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Rock to Padstow

While visiting Cornwall, I heard of a nearby fish and chips shop (or “chippie” as the Brits like to say) that was not to be missed.

It’s in Padstow across the Camel River from Rock, linked by a ferry that shuttles back and forth all day. The St Moritz Hotel kindly provides car transfer to the ferry in their trusty (and logo-emblazoned) Land Rover, so we heaved ourselves up into the back and set off!


Rock Ferry Side

When we arrived in Rock, the ferry was just about to depart. We climbed aboard, paid the £4 return fare and enjoyed the views on the 10 minute journey across to Padstow Harbour.

Padstow Ferry

Padtow Ferry Boarding

Padstow Ferry Girls

Padstow Ferry Boys

Padstow Ferry Photo

Padstow Journey View

Padstow Ferry Sea Fury

Padstow Harbour

Padstow Doggies

Padstow is quaint little fishing village, full of charming shops and pubs.

In the harbour, we met some youth selling Remembrance Poppies for the Royal British Legion. The Poppy Appeal is annual fundraising drive in support of serving armed forces, veterans and their families. We all donned our poppies and wandered into town.

Padstow Poppy Appeal Transaction

Padstow Poppy Appeal

Padstow Phonebooth

Padstow Phonebooth Girls

Padstow Phonebooth B&W

Padstow Pasties

Padstow Pub

Padstow Alms House

Eventually, we wound our way around the other side of the harbour and found our destination – Rick Stein’s Fish & Chips. It turns out this guy, Rick, is a pretty big deal in Padstow. On practically every street in town there’s one of his cafes or bakeries or gift shops.

And we weren’t the only ones with an appetite for fish and chips. When we arrived 3 minutes after opening, the restaurant was already full with a 40-minute queue forming outside. So we opted for the takeaway counter instead.

Padstow Rick Steins Fish and Chips

We lined up and pondered our choices: battered cod, haddock, hake, plaice or lemon sole.

Decisions, decisions…

Padstow Rick Steins Fish and Chips To Go

Padstow Rick Steins Queing

We started with some battered oysters, served piping hot, with lemon and a spring of parsley.

Padstow Rick Stein Oysters

Crispy golden fritters with plump, milky-sweet oyster flesh inside – they were so shucking good!

Appetizer done, I was ready for my first ever taste of English fish and chips. This is was a big moment.

I have to say, I’m so glad I saved the experience for a place like this. Golly, it was worth the wait especially with a dash of salt and vinegar on the chips, and some homemade tartare sauce to dunk big chunks of the crispy battered cod in. The scenery was perfect – a beautiful Cornish day by the water, with guileful seagulls swooping above us.

Padstow Rick Stein Fish and Chips Bite

Padstow Rick Steins Fish and Chips Box

I can now see why Ricky boy is so popular in this town!

Padstow Rick Steins Box

I I seldom eat fried food, but this was more for the novelty factor than anything else. We nibbled for a bit, but it was impossible to eat the whole portion. Reluctantly we dumped what we couldn’t finish in the bins and moved towards the beach to find the ferry back.

Padstow Ferry Reurn Beach

Padstow Beachside

Another check off my UK bucketlist – and a wonderful day in Padstow!


The Only Way is Sussex

Summer is slipping away. The first days of September are upon us and you can already feel it – the sudden bite of cold mist, the crispness in the air. Soon, the first frost will fall, our tans will fade, and all our activities will be ushered indoors – board games by the fire, hearty pub lunches and shopping the holiday sales – all the while bundled in chunky wool sweaters.

Knowing the warm weather days are numbered, this weekend we headed south in pursuit of the last bits of sunshine. Our chase took us all the way to West Sussex, a coastal county of protected countryside, Blue Flag beaches, and its own fair share of castles and stately homes.

Petworth House is the former aristocratic seat of the Percy family, and has since been the family home to a series of titled heirs, along the way amassing an impressive collection of British art – including the largest group of JMW Turner paintings outside of Tate Britain. Bits of the house and a few of the art galleries have been turned over to the National Trust and are open to the public. Here’s my little peek inside:




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The interior of the house convincingly captures the intact details of a bygone era in British history. The outside grounds were designed in the mid 1700s by legendary English landscape architect, Lancelot ‘Capability’ Brown, making Petworth Park a lush pleasure ground to enjoy one of the last days of the fading summer.



We lunched at The Richmond Arms restaurant just down the road, in a charming Sussex rural village a few minutes outside of Chichester. My salmon was the perfect translucent pink, served over a homemade corn fritter with a dollop of crème fraîche and a delicious summer salsa. My tangy, tropical dessert allowed me to savor the taste of summer that little bit longer.





Sides almighty!

Sides almighty!

Passionfruit posset & coconut tapioca topped with guava sorbet

Passionfruit posset & coconut tapioca topped with guava sorbet

Homemade honeycomb ice cream & rasberry sorbet

Homemade honeycomb ice cream & raspberry sorbet

The light was fading and the tide had already rushed back out to sea by the time we pulled into West Wittering Beach. The sand was silky, albeit starting to chill, under our bare feet – but there’s something about standing on the edge of an island, so close to Europe we could pick up French radio stations across the English Channel.













It seems so bittersweet that we can’t prolong the seasons – but I’m happy to celebrate all the adventures I’ve had this summer. Who knows … maybe there’s even a few more sunny days ahead yet! Here’s hopin’.