Cornwall 2026

The trip to Cornwall was intended as a personal trip, rather than as a blog/vlog.

I’d promised my late father I’d scatter his ashes; close to his childhood home.

Leaving the Huntingdon area at about 09.00,: it was dark, dingy, raining, and generally miserable. I wasn’t unduly phased by the inclement weather, as I was properly ‘geared- up’ to challenge the seven hour ride ahead of me.

My new Schuberth C5 Pro leaked, which really needled me! My Shoei Gt-Air and Neotec faired more favourably on past journeys, in similar conditions. Perhaps I was missing something along the way…

I didn’t take a scenic route, as I just wanted to get the job done to be honest. So I just commuted rather than toured. Mostly motorway; so it was boring; challenging; at times it was downright dangerous too.

The satnav app let me down. I’d planned a route, and was using my Chigee AIO 6 MAX. There’s a lot to discuss with this one, so I will add a link to the blog that does exactly that.

Got to the accommodation about 18.30. Parkdean, Sea Acres, Kuggar, Cornwall.

The resort was nice. I managed to have dinner in the restaurant. I’d not really had anything to eat or drink since leaving the Huntingdon area.

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The following day, I went and scattered the ashes in the vicinity of Falmouth. A remote and out-of-the-way location.

That mission accomplished, I then had a quick tour of Falmouth, Truro, St. Austell, Fowey, Newquay. Very nice it was too. Very enjoyable, and some good roads to enjoy.

Some of the roads are ‘interesting’ at best. Especially the ones that are a car’s width. That added a level of unwanted drama for sure. There’s some crazy folks about; I think met most of them!

Day Two

The second day was more relaxed. I’d deliberately travelled very light (of course), using only my 42 ltr Givi top box. So, I removed the box, and ventured forth; just me and the bike.

I went to Mevagissey first. My plan was to visit the leather shop, on the quay-side. But I couldn’t find anywhere to park the bike; so that was that. I just left, and went to Port Neath and St Ives.

Really enjoyed those places. Inspired, I made for Penzance. A bit of a challenge to park once more, but worth a walk around, and also persevering with parking.

Then, I was off to Marazion. To see St. Michael’s mount – from the beach-side, not across the causeway! (Not in Gore Tex everything).

I curtailed the day here. I went back to the resort, to put my top box back on. Then I headed to Helston for provisioning.

Thought’s of father as a young man, whizzing around Falmouth and its local vicinity, did amuse me somewhat. As a biker of many years, I can totally relate to the joys he had on his BSA Bantam. Fair play.

When I decided upon this venture, I was curious as to whether or not scattering his ashes would impact me emotionally.

It did frankly. A dichotomy of loss and memories.

Heading back to Kuggar now, not feeling the tourist vibe so-to-speak.

Land’s End was not on my radar. It’s a tourist-trap of course, and an expensive one at that.

Day Three

Day three saw me decide to head home. I found that I was struggling to vlog the trip; which I attribute to melancholy.

So, I checked-out, and set off. More miserable Motorway in the wind and rain.

I didn’t care though, as I was heading in the right direction.

Yet again, the sat nav app let me down… sending me off on scenic route, even though I had not wanted one!

Like I said, I will write a blog explaining the issues I encountered.

Suffice to say, I missed the BMW CRN unit at times. That wouldn’t have sent me off on a fool’s errand.

Plus, just after a fuel stop, the ABS light came on. I thought to myself ‘what the *** now”!

I got back to the Huntingdon area quite late; exhausted and fed-up.

After a night of rest, I unloaded the top box, and investigate the ABS fault.

It proved to be a false alarm. It was just an accumulation filth, from a 1000 mile journey, in the rain etc. The bike looked filthy. Covered in kinds of detritus.

After cleaning the ABS ring on the front wheel sensor, it cleared-up the fault. A long test ride proved the point, and much to my relief, the bike was sweet.