This summer I was a bit late (read very late) booking my summer holiday. I planned to take a week in July to do a little road trip of Cornwall, stopping at glamping sites along the way for a truly British seaside holiday (inspired by my Shepherd Hut glamping experience earlier this year).
However, due to work deadlines, other commitments and poor planning on my part I found myself trying to book somewhere two days before I was due to go. On the first week of school holidays. Quite clearly there wasn’t a single hut, yurt, cottage or tipi to be rented in the whole of Cornwall.
So I decided to change my plans and glamping turned into luxury hotel hopping. This was due to the fact that the only hotels I could find in Cornwall with availability were at the higher end of the budget range. The very high end. And they only had one night free each. So I had to patchwork a holiday together with one night in each location. But for this I am very grateful, because although my wallet took a hit, I would never have found this little slice of paradise otherwise.
Booked through Mr & Mrs Smith for the last night of my holiday Hotel Tresanton was the only hotel I could find with availability on my drive home from St Ives. It looked pretty and I wanted somewhere lovely to end the holiday so I booked it and thought no more about it. But when I arrived, I realised I had by some stroke of luck, managed to book myself and my partner into a little slice of paradise in one of the most magical Cornish inlets.
The top photo was the sunset on the night I arrived and it set the tone for the entire stay. The hotel has a small number of rooms and I get the impression some of these rooms are very nice indeed. We booked one of the littlest rooms and were greeted with this view from the window. If that’s the view from the standard room – just imagine what the others were like…
This was our room from the outside (top left window) – just look at that hot blue sky. The hotel had the feel of a private home and had a peaceful, tranquil feel the entire time we were there; with such a small number of guests there is never any crazy hectic activity (even breakfast was chilled). In fact, if you like buzz and activity, this is probably not the place for you.
The photos below give a flavour of the hotel, but to paint you a picture of the atmosphere, think seagrass flooring, farrow and ball paint colours, squashy mis-matched sofas, stacks of books, open fires and windows flung open to let the sea air in. It is owned by Olga Polizzi (yes, Alex’s mum) and has been described thus by The Independent – ‘If there is any more elegant hotel in Britain than Olga Polizzi’s Tresanton on the Cornish Coast, then I have never been there’. Take a look at the photos below and see if you agree.
As for St Mawes, I’m clearly late to the party with this one, because a bit of googling on my return brought up this description of St Mawes by Richard Curtis ‘An area of Cornwall so beautiful it’s almost fictional’. We spent a couple of hours on our last day exploring the harbour, village and castle and, again, i’ll let the photos, below, do the talking.
*Note – I was not a guest of the Hotel Tresanton and this is not a sponsored post*