Sunday lunch in a country pub

Charles paying at the bar

Well, Charles treated me to Sunday lunch in a country pub this Sunday. We love the Victoria inn in Perranuthnoe village but it was such a glorious day that we decided to drive across the moors to the Engine Inn. The car park looked promisingly thinly populated and so we thought we might secure a late table. Wrong!! the mountain of bicycles concealed behind the Cornish bank told that other people had enjoyed a trip to to moorland pub tucked under the ruined engine house. And inside there was not a table to be had as hungry cyclist tucked into soup and crusty rolls.........ah well - I'd check out the White Hart in Ludgvan on the way up for another occasion, as I'd read it was under new management and so we did a hasty about turn and secured some delicious roast beef for me and pork for Charles in the quintessentially atmospheric Cornish Inn ...............and I can personally vouch for their Gireau gin served simply over ice with a slice of Lime!




The sun dappled facade of the White Hart inn in Ludgvan beside the beautiful old church




I sneaked the photo when Charles wasn't looking just his coat remained!