With high rocky cliffs over the Atlantic on one side and rugged, boulder strewn granite hills and moors to the other, Zennor is a diamond in the rough. Surrounded by wildflowers, Bronze age monuments and disused tin mines this peaceful village with its own mermaid legend and blowhole has an air of romance & magic.
We have sat outside this ancient rural pub in the sunshine on huge rocks taking in the sea views and we have snuggled inside with our children asleep around us, whiling away the evening alongside tourists, walkers and locals – it is one of my favourite pubs for so many reasons!
Past a welcome from the chickens, left of the yurt and through the gardens brings you to an inviting converted greenhouse. The glowing light from the wood burner was a welcome sight on a wet, blustery Cornish morning along with wholesome Veggie breakfasts and lunches to hush even the loudest carnivores!