Picking up from where we left, the next destination was Cotehele. It was another impulsive stop, and a break from the coastal scenery. Cotehele is a medieval house that once belonged to Sir Richard Edgcumbe, a politician. Once I set foot in there, it was like being transported a few centuries back.
The first thing we visited was the house.
And if you stand in that garden looking at the opposite side, this is what you’ll see.
If seeing the house from the outside made me feel like being transported a few centuries back, going inside the house made me feel like living in one. I don’t think I liked it. It was so… grim. In the first room we entered, there were spears, shields, and armors hanging on the wall. In the other rooms, there were old furniture and washed-out drapery and rugs. Most of the windows were covered in thick curtains to avoid direct sunlight that could make the washed-out drapery even duller. And to give more sense for the old time, the fireplace were lit in some rooms. I didn’t even bother to take pictures because I really didn’t like the feeling I got when I entered those rooms.
There were some better rooms (for me, at least). The kitchen looked as old as the other rooms, but at least it was well-lit. Some dupe meat were hung on the wall, and some original-looking cutlery could still be found in the kitchen.
There was one room that looked like a small library with a piano in it. I never thought I would say this, but I didn’t like that room one bit, even with all those books. I spent less than five minutes in there and got out to find a better-lit room.
Moving on, we went to a little garden on the back of the house. The garden was nice, like the typical garden you see in a mansion. It was so quiet and relaxing. And we had it all for ourselves, since nobody was there. Yes, one of the perks of going there early.
I thought it was my favorite part of the house, until we walked further, and saw this.
Stunning, isn’t it? Here I tasted my first Cornish cream tea, and my first scones, and fell in love with the scones instantly. It was so soft, buttery, and creamy. Just imagine the heaven, then imagine that heaven melts in your mouth. It was that delicious. If I hadn’t been full, I would’ve ordered another one, without a doubt.
Just across the café, there’s River Tamar. The wall decoration on the café said that guests usually came from Plymouth to Cotehele through this river, sailing against the stream.
It was such a beautiful day. The sun sure made everything looked prettier. The sky was bluer than usual, the river was sparkling, and everything looked brighter and more vivid.
Little did we know that the next destination would be even more amazing than this. Much, much, much more amazing.
I guess the universe was in a good mood and decided to give us a sunny day for our last day of the trip.
P.S. Click here to see the previous posts about St. Ives, Land’s End, and Penzance.