When I was in school I used to visit my family in Cornwall every single summer. I'd go to all the beaches and sea-side towns, climb rocks, swim in the sea and explore the rock-pools. As I finished school and life progressed the summer visits stopped, and after years and years of neglect it was finally time to make the trip back.
We travelled down on the Friday night whilst the traffic was at it's quietest and finished the journey in just over 5 and a half hours. Not bad considering the distance. Our first stop on Saturday was Newquay, a beach I'd never been to but always wanted to see, Newquay has a mixed response when you ask the locals for an opinion. Never-the-less it was on our list so we hit it hard and we weren't disappointed. Our aim was to head to the popular Fistral Beach, home of the Boardmasters Festival, but upon arrival we made our way down the hill past all of the surf shops and cafe's and ended up on the other side on a much quieter beach filled with boats, cliffs and caves. I took the opportunity to photograph some of the landscape (along with a couple of cars) and started soaking up some rays. I was on holiday after all...
Here we found some incredible caves, they were cold, wet and echoey but seemed to go on for miles. We also found a very interesting house a-top of a cliff with a rope bridge as the only access. This was our favourite part of Newquay and we'd definitely recommend checking it out.
