Cosmeston

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After wrenching ourselves away from Cornwall, we continued on our travels to Wales. Staying in Penarth, we were able to explore the surrounding Vale of Glamorgan. We discovered Cosmeston Medieval Village.

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The remains of 14th century stone buildings were unearthed during the development of Cosmeston Lakes Country Park in 1978.

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A unique archaeological project restored the medieval village of Cosmeston on its original site and foundations. We were greeted by a man dressed for the year 1350, then left to roam at will.

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The pigs had a very cosy house.

There was plenty happening in 1350 – Britain was in its twelfth year of the Hundred Years War with France

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and was slowly recovering from the Black Death of 1348, which killed almost half the population.

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Some of the pigs were shy

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but the sheep seemed contented.

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We wandered around Cosmeston Lakes, with 12 hectares of open water

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there was plenty of birdlife.

The park was beautiful

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and the autumn colours quite spectacular.

We had worked up a bit of a thirst and luckily, stumbled across the Traherne Arms. Situated on a hill called the Tumble, overlooking Cardiff, it was actually a very busy restaurant. The gentleman behind the bar was initially not very happy but took pity on us and served us a pint. He took the time out for a chat and then gave us a souvenir ‘Brains’ bar towel!

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I like this story. Until the 19th Century it was known as the Tumbledown Dick Inn. Named after Richard, the son of Oliver Cromwell, following an ample lunch in the company of the Jones’ of Fonmon Castle, fell off his horse while descending the hill, giving him the alias of Tumbledown Dick.

Sounds of Silence

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One of the highlights of our stay at Uluru was the Sounds of Silence dinner. It began with a bus ride to a sand dune in the middle of nowhere. We indulged in canapés and sparkling wine

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as we watched the descending sun

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change the hues of Uluru.

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Behind us, Kata Tjuta was transforming

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as the sun sank lower. Sol finally slipped below the horizon

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and while trying not to take our eyes off the spectacle around us,

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we made our way along a path to our restaurant. The kitchen was well equipped

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and the formal table settings contrasted sharply with the surrounding landscape.

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While we got to know our fellow travellers

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we listened to the stirring sounds of a didgeridoo

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and enjoyed some of Australia’s finest wines. The bush tucker inspired buffet included barbecued barramundi, kangaroo, emu & crocodile. The last glow lit up the horizon

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and the dark sky came alive with stars.

The resident star talker introduced us to the wonders of the universe and we had the opportunity for a close up view of Saturn and the Earth’s moon through his amazing telescope. The lighting around the perimeter created a warming ambience

and as the desert evening cooled down, the gas heaters were welcomed.

Replete with food, wine and good company, it was a very quiet bus ride back to the resort.

Vico Pancellorum

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Sunday was a day of rest for the hardworking luthiers so, having been recommended a certain restaurant, we drove to the village of Vico Pancellorum to sample for ourselves. The village is the last in Bagni di Lucca heading up the Lima River. We spent some time before lunch exploring the village

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and admiring the majesty of the countryside.

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The houses cling to the steep hillside leading to one of the tallest mountains in Tuscany,

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each had its own character.

This monument appears to be a memorial to those who fought in the Apennines.

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We paused to look back at the village

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and the neighbours across the valley

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before continuing up the hill.

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Once again, I was intrigued by the old doorways

and gates.

We ambled on,

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bursts of colour revealed themselves

and it was time to take in the gorgeous view over the village

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before returning for lunch. There were some lovely surprises as we strolled back.

We had worked up an appetite and Buca di Baldabò didn’t disappoint.

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With no written menu, we were happy to be guided by our hosts. Unfortunately, I didn’t take food photos but the four of us shared a selection of traditional Tuscan dishes including Gnocchi with Gypsy Sauce, Tagliatelli with Wild Game Sauce, Spinach & Ricotta Ravioli with Basil, Slow Cooked Lamb and Rabbit with Olives. I came up for air long enough to snap the wonderful finale of Biscotti con Vin Santo.

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Before leaving the village, we had a closer look at Pieve di San Paolo.

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Dating back to 873AD, it is the oldest church of the Val di Lima.

One last look at the gorgeous mountains and we were braced for the drive home.

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A perfect way to spend a Sunday.

The Bridge

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Whichever way you look at it, Sydney Harbour Bridge is spectacular.

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When it was opened in 1932, after eight years of construction, it was the longest single span steel arch bridge in the world.

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Today, there are eight lanes of traffic, two railway lines, a pedestrian pathway and a cycleway connecting the city of Sydney with the North Shore.

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The closer you look, the more fascinating it becomes.

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Six million hand driven rivets and 53,000 tonnes of steel come together with artistic precision.

The Bridge Climb was on our bucket list for quite some time and we weren’t disappointed.

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Dressed in regulation climbing gear, we had a safety briefing and practiced climbing narrow, steep ladders before the real thing. The climb started below the highway and after navigating catwalks with ease, we had to ascend four ladders that took us up through the traffic to the start of the upper arch.

The jelly knees soon settled and the rest of the 1,332 steps was quite leisurely. We weren’t allowed to take cameras or anything else that could drop to the roadway but we had a few photos taken by the leader.

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Though a tad windy and overcast, it was pleasant for walking.

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134 metres above the harbour, we lingered for a while to admire the breathtaking panorama.

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Too soon, we returned to solid ground, vowing next time we will do a sunset climb. There is certainly something magical about that bridge.

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Cornwall conclusion

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There were so many beautiful places in Cornwall, it was difficult to decide where to go next. Our last day loomed and we made the most of it. Padstow was traditionally a fishing port, situated at the mouth of the River Camel estuary.

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It is now a popular tourist destination and yachting haven.

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The former customs house offers accommodation in a gorgeous old 3-storey building.

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Restaurateur Rick Stein owns several restaurants and businesses in the town, in fact, we have heard the town referred to as ‘Padstein’. There are also many eateries not owned by him.

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We had a bite to eat in the sunshine at The Shipwrights

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while taking in the peaceful surroundings and magnificent view.

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Our next port of call (no pun intended) was Port Isaac, a fishing village since the 14th century. We explored the narrow, winding streets lined with old white-washed cottages,

glimpsing the majestic cliffs across the harbour.

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On top of the cliff, this impressive Victorian house, now a B&B, would have the most stunning views.

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True to form, we found a pub. The Golden Lion dates back to the 18th century and has a smuggling tunnel leading down onto a causeway on the beach.

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We found a sunny spot on the terrace with a different perspective of the cottages

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and a fabulous view of the harbour.

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Those who have seen the TV series Doc Martin are probably thinking this is all familiar.

Bert Large’s restaurant was incognito

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but there was no mistaking this well trodden path.

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I don’t know how the Doc could be so grumpy with this outlook from his house.

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The time had come to move on, we were too late getting to Tintagel to walk up to the castle ruins.

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The legend of King Arthur has surrounded Tintagel since it was named as the place of his conception in the 12th century.

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This may have inspired the Earl of Cornwall to build a castle on this site in the 13th century.

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In the cliff below Tintagel Castle, Merlin’s Cave can be explored at low tide

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but not today.

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The Old Post Office in the village of Tintagel was built in 1380 as a farmhouse. It has served many purposes but has always been a home, its final use as a letter-receiving office for the village during the 1870s.

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The nearest village to our accommodation at Trevigue Farm was Boscastle. We had ventured there the previous night and dined at The Wellington Hotel, one of the oldest coaching inns in Cornwall dating back to the 16th century.

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The steaks were mouthwatering.

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We returned to Boscastle for a closer look.

The area was settled in the 12th century and, being the only safe harbour along 40 miles of coastline, was a commercial port throughout most of the 19th century. The houses along the River Valency were idyllic

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belying the devastating floods of 2004.

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There were a few dining options

including The Cobweb Inn, an off-licence since the 1700s.

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We had a wonderful meal at The Riverside, built around 1854. Unfortunately, I didn’t take a photo.