After you've parked in the car park (which at £2 a day is a price unheard of anywhere in Cornwall) and walk down the shaded path that, if it could talk, would no doubt detain you for hours, there is still little to prepare you for what unfolds as you enter the village of Cadgwith...
where most properties are thatched and there's an ambience that, with little effort, takes you back to a time where...
despite the presence of plastic fish boxes, a bin liner and mains electricity, a time when the Cove's community all worked, lived and prospered off the proceeds of the sea which at times in winter, storm-surges force their way into the heart of the village itself...
but tonight, like so many Friday night's in the summer, there's something on, tonight it's another classic Cadgwith Gig Club race night...
with teams of all ages competing in choppy conditions...
watched by absorbed visitors and locals with more discerning eyes...
like the lovely Lorraine, wife of local artist, fisherman and pillar of the community, Simon Bradley...
aboard his new boat Shrimpy...
which replaced the old Kraken....
then, as the sun goes down behind the Cove...
some of the most famous names on Cornish cove boats...
are revealed, all of whom featured in Monty Hall's tale of the Fisherman's Apprentice...
and as the sun slides ever-lower, a small, glowing light in the dark, beckons people from the beach...
to the enjoy the hospitality, fine food...
fine beer...
and fine company that is the Cadgwith Cove Inn...
just a few seconds walk away with pint in hand...
are the more esoteric delights of Cadgwith Cove to be enjoyed. Idyllic in almost every way, those lucky enough to live in Cadgwith probably think they wake to the sound of singing angels - those on holiday probably just hear gulls.
