It was Falmouth Oyster festival yesterday, and I tried oysters for the first time. I had three of them with a squirt of lemon juice. The taste? Pretty alright. The texture? Yep, fine. The violent stomach issues the next morning? Not my favourite moment, I don’t mind saying. Won’t be having oysters again.
Thankfully the worst was over by the time I was picked up for a kayaking adventure in the morning. The trip was to Frenchman’s Creek on the Helford River; made famous by Daphne Du Maurier. The Helford has a history of pirates and smuggling, and now hosts a thriving oyster farming industry (a reminder of my morning anguish after the festival). It’s a beautiful place, and we chose a calm and peaceful morning.
The area is a hotspot for wildlife and we were lucky enough to see a Kingfisher and a rare Osprey on its migratory journey South for the winter. On our gentle paddle we passed a quaint old house; former home of artist and adventurer Percy ‘Powder’ Thurburn, and his shipwrecked boat the Iron Duke. The house is now a National Trust holiday cottage.
We stopped at Sunset Beach for some hot chocolate to warm us up as the sun tried to burn its way through the mist and haze. Kayaking is a great way to explore Cornwall because you get your own little slice of peace and quiet on the water. In the Spring I hope to explore the North Coast, which I’ve been told looks a bit like Koh Phi Phi in Thailand! I’ll keep you posted.