We visited Tintagel a couple of times whilst we were in Cornwall. The first time has passed into family legend as ‘the day Mummy made us eat outside to admire Tintagel Castle and it was so windy that Archie’s chips blew off his plate’.
Cliffs, wild wind and small children aren’t a great combination if you’re hopeless with heights (which I am). Anyway, it’s been added to the collection of family tales, alongside other gems like ‘the time we went on the London Eye and Mummy was so terrified she had to cling, weeping, to the chair in the middle of the viewing pod whilst the children patted her in a soothing manner’.
We visited Tintagel Old Post Office because I like taking my grumpy teenager and three rampageous boys into small, delicate spaces full of incredibly precious antiques and hissing “DON’T TOUCH” and “Get OFF” in an increasingly frantic manner.
If you can look at these photographs and admire their beauty, that would be nice. Try not to imagine the stress I was under at the time, and we can all pretend that it was a relaxing visit to a house which was quite utterly beautiful.