There’s something about a Cornish harbour that just feels right. Maybe it’s the gentle bob of the boats, the salty breeze, or the comforting knowledge that a warm pasty is never too far away. Whatever it is, Mevagissey has it in abundance.
I took this photo in October 2021, not long after Ollie was born. Helen and I had escaped to Cornwall for a few days—a much-needed breather, introducing Ollie to family, and reminding ourselves that life still existed beyond nappies and sleepless nights.
This little fishing village on Cornwall’s south coast looks like it’s been lifted straight from a postcard. Colourful boats crowd the harbour, their reflections rippling in the water. Houses perch on the hillside, each one seemingly trying to claim the best sea view. And then there are the narrow, winding streets—easy to get lost in, but you won’t mind. At low tide, the boats rest lazily on the seabed, as if they, too, are taking a break and wondering why they didn’t just go for a pasty instead.
If you ever find yourself in Cornwall, make sure Mevagissey is on your list. Slow down, take it all in, and don’t be afraid to get your shoes a little muddy. It’s all part of the charm.
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