I haven’t been to Newquay for many years, and this was my first visit as a “grown up”, along with our two year old. The brochures and on-line reviews boast beautiful sandy beaches and an abundance of eateries serving excellent food, with LOTS to do.
Our penthouse apartment on Pentire Road was wonderful! SO much space inside, the boy could ride his balance bike round! The flat had been nicely built with lovely tiled floors and underfloor heating, but the final fixtures and fittings (taps, furniture) was somewhat cheap and let it down a little!
With the beach just the other side of the golf course, we just had to cross the road to the path. We were greeted with this:
Dog poo everywhere! Not just on the grass verges, but all over the pavements too! Some people had bagged their doggy deposits, but as there wasn’t a dog bin in site (unlike many other seaside towns), they bags of poo were just thrown on the floor. Nice. This seemed to be the common policy for both locals and tourists!
After tackling the tricky task of walking to Fistral beach without stepping in poo, the beach was LOVELY! Very quiet due to the cold weather, but plenty of big waves and surfing to watch.
Where I was hoping to see some cute guys in wetsuits, the reality was rather different. Even my fiance, at 40 years old, felt far too young to surf! The average surfer was silver, in his mid-40s, and sported a rather large beer belly, which was accentuated by the wetsuit. Nice!
So rather than sun, sand and surf, I’d say it’s more pot-bellies, pies and poo!
Would I go back? Nah! Not unless the council install some dog bins and make sure people use them. Vile.