“Some people get it and some people don’t. We don’t have TVs in the rooms for example. What people can do however is come downstairs, sit in front of the fire and have a drink.”
Manager Andy turns all the radiators up, tells us to order fresh milk for the morning if we want tea or coffee in our room and closes the door behind him. It’s dark outside but beyond the Robert’s radio in the window, the wind is whipping around one of Cornwall’s most desolate westerly headlands, punctuated only by granite chunks and bent tree stumps.





