Cornish fare

How good it is to be on holiday in Cornwall in a summer like this one's been. Actually hot days, swimming in the sea and hardly being rained off from anything. Nothing to beat it!

We felt we should definitely taste the wares and were not disappointed by our wonderful (in absentia) hosts Holly and Rob who left home made scones and Rodda's clotted cream. The combination of that, the perfect retro tea cups and a glorious late afternoon sun drenched garden, made it pretty much my all time top cream tea experience. Even better when two out of three children don't like cream... so much more to go around.

The beer wasn't bad either. Nor the pasties, though I think we didn't really got very near to authenticity with them. Still, they were pretty tasty none the less. A bit like sausages I guess.. you just can't help but like them, but if you ever really did any investigation into the contents you'd never have one again. I read a quote by the comic Milton Jones over the summer. "Christianity is a bit like a Cornish pasty. There's definitely something in it, but sometimes it's difficult to find out what it is."  

The saffron buns looked fun, but weren't really. N and I just about finished them off toasted but the kids weren't interested and I couldn't blame them. Dry, overly yellow, and with a strange taste that, no doubt, was supposed to be saffron, but was almost certainly some dodgy food colouring. I'll stick with scones thanks!