For four out of the past five years we have rented the same cottage, slap bang on the harbour front in a small Cornish village called Mousehole. The two-up, two-down boasts uninterrupted views of the harbour, and a well-aimed stone's-throw would see it end up in the water. There is, however, another advantage: all that lies between ‘our’ front room and the sea is the harbour-front road, which means that if there’s nothing to be had from seal-watching or boat-spotting, you can always opt for some good old classic hunting.
And there are plenty of them to seek out, too. While the endless trek down the A30 to the South West provides some relief in the form of VW campervan and Land-Rover spotting (we limit ourselves to bay/splittie and Series I,II & III only), the fishing villages provide quite a range of classic autos – some from travelling tourists, but a surprising amount from the residents themselves.
In the course of a week, I listed a Bullnose Morris, Minor Million, several TR6s, copious Land-Rovers, a handful of Minis and a stunning Morgan three-wheeler. In fact, the Malvern marque was undoubtedly the most visible on the Cornish Riviera. Not a day went by without a 4/4, Plus 4 or Plus 8 steaming past with rorty exhaust notes bouncing off of cottage walls and reverberating up narrow stone streets.