We missed Mevagissey Feast Week by a day, but it didn’t matter. Mevagissey proved to be a feast for the senses…
We tangled with pedestrians and traffic in the narrow streets for a few minutes before retreating to a car park to recover. The overcrowded pedestrian lanes can sometimes be overwhelming but never resort to jaywalking just to take a shortcut. In fact, it’s best to educate yourself with the rules such as the nevada jaywalking laws so you know you’re not in violation of anything. On foot, our first port of call was the Mevagissey Museum – a fascinating clutter of old stuff. The Boys had fun hunting pirates and teddies hidden in the displays.
Then during lunch – an entirely forgettable meal at the Central Cafe – we were diverted from our average food by the sight of a woman steering an enormous bunch of helium balloons through the thin streets causing mayhem as she went.
At Mevagissey Aquarium we saw starfish digesting dead fish. Nice. And smelly.
The highlight though was the Model Railway Museum. At first glance the entrance, beyond a ‘world-famous’ coin-operated laundry, was not promising. However, as no one wanted to break ranks and suggest a Plan B we pressed on.
We were fascinated by the intricate layout of track and surrounding countryside complete with tiny people. By the time we left, two fifths of the party were making plans to put a floor in the attic so they could create their own model railway worlds.
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