18th January 2020
The last day in Cornwall for Sis and I, and a last opportunity to enjoy the coast before it gets overrun once half-term hordes descend.
The view from my £31.59 B&B in St Ives was better than the dull, dull, dull cooked breakfast.
A rare venture into Page 1 of the Navigator, and my first ever post from a place starting with Z !
It seems only four years since we were on the B3306, enjoying pronouncing the menu items at Gurnard’s Head. Which indeed it was.
Back in 2016 the Ogleshield Beignet at the Gurnard’s Head Hotel said Michelin “pub” for West Londoners.
Zennor’s Tinners Arms is on the same tourist trail but looks a bit more pubby from the outside.
Slight warning sign, the pub is marked on the map as Mojoed Ltd. We shall see.
40 minutes till an 11am opening, just time to explore the cliffs and disused mine shafts ignored by the cream tea crowd.
Should have worn wellies to descend the steps. but as you’ll know I only had the casual pair I’d picked up in the Great Truro Shoe Emergency.
I apologise if the video of running water had you dashing to the loo.
I had the walk to myself, and 40 minute later I had the Skinner’s to myself as well, the “walkers” taking a rest between cake and coffee and lunch.
This one will divide opinion on the Beer & Pubs Forum.
The sort of long one-roomer (new conservatory tacked on) that Americans enter and go “Ain’t that lil ‘ol England !”.
I nabbed the seat closest to the fire.
Despite the cushions and the cooking, there was a touch of Newton’s Queen Head about it, and no presumption I’d be eating.
And the menu on the blackboard was written with £ signs, always a bonus in 2020.
Oddly, I went Tinners instead of Mermaid. Local correspondent MJC will be horrified.
The phone calls about food started at 11.05, and it was quickly apparent I’d bagged the prized seat by the fire, not that I’d be interfering with the lunch trade.
The smoke wafted across the room in a satisfying way.
But my half was unperturbed, in fact improving from a 3 to a 3.5. Rationalise that.
But soon I couldn’t see my ticking hand for smoke, and it was time to leave for Penzance.