Having madly bought the Offspring a wetsuit from one of the beach vendors last night, this had to come in the car with us to our lunchtime date with Jamie Oliver, at Watergate Bay.
Watergate Bay has changed a lot in a very short space of time, mainly due to the presence of Mr. Oliver’s social enterprise eatery, Fifteen. The tiny surfer dude hangout is now adding services, car parking and other developments at a rate of knots and, as the years have gone by, its started to feel less like Cornwall, and more like London-by-the-Sea. However, on the plus side, all the growth must provide and sustain employment for local people, as well as all the Cornish produce suppliers who work with the restaurant.
We’ve been visiting Fifteen, since it first opened and have never been disappointed. The food, service and views never fail to please. Today, it was exemplary.
With crab and seaweed to start, followed by the most amazing monkfish, you aren’t going to leave any food on the plates.
“Oh, yes please.”
Actually, by this point, I was absolutely stuffed, but only a fool would pass an opportunity to sample head chef Andy Appleton’s chocolate and pear tart with creme fraiche.
Half an hour later, with larger girths and smaller wallets, we were out on the beach (in the pouring rain) with the child begging to get the wetsuit on so she can go into the sea. Wetsuit on. Straight out into the (now) raging waves. Must be mad. Five minutes later she was back with a request for a body board. Okay, so off to the extreme sports academy to rent a board. And back in the sea. One happy child.
That’s the beauty of Watergate Bay.
Something for everyone.
[Editor’s note: Apologies to the townsfolk of Newquay. Why did I write Newquay, as New Quay?? The heady mix of ozone and cake must have temporarily addled my brains!]