18th January 2020
And so to Penzance, which Sis and I didn’t warm to in 2016. To be fair, it was raining.
With only a basic homebrew boozer in town I declared the town the Newmarket of the West (look it up).
“But there HAS to be a hipster quarter” said Sis. “
Even Newmarket has one“.
Subsequent research showed it to be Chapel Street we needed to head for; coincidentally the road leading down to a rare new GBG entry.
With bluer skies, I warmed to the place, particularly the Joker steps leading up to Bread Street*. Pleasingly, it’s a craft-free route up the hill to the parks.
The High Street is still dull, but you can improve anything with a mobile coffee van.
Chapel St has, indeed, got “lifestyle” tat, Thai and trinkets, but the “Wow” moment is a block of flats.
I’d come to Penzance just to see the Egyptian House. If I lived in Helston.
It wasn’t all as smart as that.
Two rooms, beer mats, nautical tat, bench seating, Old Boys and youngsters (well, my niece and hubbie).
Sis was only the one of us drinking, and had chosen the sensible course.
I had a sip, it was enough to make me sad I was driving.
And here’s today’s Guest Photos;
In case you wondered, Patricia isn’t marking up my GBG, but a family member would get that honour. Very shortly.
*Note to self, not ALL steps are Joker steps.