Excitement got the better of Fletcher last month when we swapped our corner in the East for the south west land of Cornwall. As we drove the winding lanes of the coastal path, the squeals of excitement started…and didn’t stop until we left five days later.
Our first stop was Mullion on the south coast. Desperate to stretch our legs after a long six hour drive, we took on the steep trek down to Mullion Cove, and instantly discovered our first problem. Fletcher is a lot more agile than us and while it took him a mere minute to bounce down and splash into the sea, my husband and I had to frantically scramble down the cliff after him. This happened on every walk, and I think Fletcher quite enjoyed the fact we had to chase him up and down cliffs.
We stayed at the Polurrian Bay Hotel, which has great sea views from the bar and restaurant, and access to the beach, perfect for sunset walks. It was wonderful to watch Fletcher frolic in the sea with other dogs, while horse riders trotted up and down on the sand.
Our next stop was the Artist Residence in Penzance; a stylish boutique hotel. Both hotels catered well for furry guests and included a dog bed, bowls and treats in the room.
Days were spent strolling along the year round dog friendly beaches, while Fletcher glided through the water doing his best seal impression. I feel like a traitor for saying this, as I think the North Norfolk coast is one of the best dog friendly destinations in the UK, but I have found the ultimate dog friendly beach; Porth Kidney, a secret oasis, just a 10 minute drive from St Ives.
Park at the church and follow the path which runs alongside it to the left, walk under the railway bridge and you’ll feel as though you’ve been transported to a Caribbean island (minus the weather). The powder white sands stretched for miles beyond us and the crystal blue waters sparkled in the sunlight. Fletcher wasted no time leaping into the clear waters, while we found a spot on the soft sand. Not wanting to miss out, my husband and I braced the chilly sea temperatures and joined him for a swim. It was one of those family moments that will stay with me forever!
With sandy toes and paws, and sea salt in our hair and fur, we returned to the car, cleaned up using the handy tap at the church, and ventured into St Ives for lunch. You’d assume after three hours of swimming and skidding across the sand, that Fletcher would be needing a break, but oh no, he embarrassed us the entire way around St Ives.
Pulling so hard on the lead, we had to switch to the Halti, which he always cries about, but add to that the squeals of excitement as he knew the sea was just around the corner and it was simply humiliating. We had people come up to ask us what was wrong with him; was he in pain, was he hurt, was he struggling to breathe…the answer in short – no, he just wanted to swim, AGAIN!
The spoilt spaniel got what he wanted, and we settled for ice cream by the dog friendly rocks at the end of the beach, where Fletcher entertained crowds of tourists as he hurled himself into clear water from the rocks, dived under for stones and generally acted like an extra hyped up version of himself! YouTube must be full of uploads from strangers of Fletcher diving…maybe I should start charging a commission!
Our accommodation was booked via www.petspyjamas.com/travel