We, the year 12 geography class, ventured out to the depths of the Cornish coastline, battling the wind, rain and the lobsters, to try and find a decent fish and chips (whilst also collecting riveting data from local residents). Our first stop was Watergate Bay, a place much less scandalous than the name suggests, but still a hotspot for surfers. The independent cafe and high end hotel indicated an upmarket clientele, and our raincoats and rucksacks received a fair few funny looks. Mr Holbrook was “extremely uncomfortable” in his scruffy clothes. Two of us bedraggled teens got a cheeky tour of the luxury Watergate Bay hotel’s ravishing indoor swimming pool, gym and improved spa where we were a pair of distinct outsiders. The beach was exquisite and immense where many of us took some tumblr worthy pics.
Following Watergate bay we journeyed on to Padstow – or should we say “Padstein” – where even on a quiet day was swarming with visitors magnetised by Rick Stein, the man who according to locals has driven away the community spirit and causing tourists to flock from all directions. After a last taste of the inescapable Cornish pasty, followed by our eventful – RIP Marsha’s Phone – trek back to the glamorous youth hostel for a delicious three course meal.