You too will think you're artists now, just because you've been to the Minack Theatre this morning so where better to head to than Newlyn, home of the famous , apparently.
A 'colony' of turn-of-the-20th-century painters that you've largely never heard of but we've only gone and done it again and missed the turning down Chywoone Hill that's too steep and narrow to turn around.
Turns out the is just that, a school that teaches art so there's nothing to see or do there unless you're waving an easel. It's said there's nothing to see there, it looks like they do a nice line in life drawing classes and yes, that's thought to mean an old man in the nuddy.
That's a reminder, must get some sun-dried tomatoes © Last night's .
They've two reasons to boast here, England's most southerly town and England's largest fishing port, whatever that means exactly.
The large harbour down on the grandly named Strand is the main attraction where things are fairly, erm, functional with plenty of options to source some fresh fish straight off the dock, probably,
The gulls are a sign that someone's unloading somewhere but you'll have to be here at 4 AM to barter with the big boys.
The distribution network extends up to Birmingham and the whole place has the whiff of a working port.
 Square footage? Workers? Vessels? Cod?
Shunning the seafood for something more 'traditional', the modern frontage of , not shown, might catch the eye and this South West version of Greggs™ claims to be the world's 'best' and 'oldest' pasty maker themselves extending too up to Birmingham.
This cosy tearoom, however, has outdoor seating next to a small car park and although they might cite problems with the 'chef' as the reason for the delay, they've really just forgotten all about you.
I mean, who sits outside in November? At least it's handy for your lodgings, which could be best described as, erm, budget.
Newlyn is part of Penzance, really, and not too far east of it you'll find St Michael's Mount. It's fairly well known, of course, although it could be argued that a couple in France are more famous even if you have to pay Disney™ to see one of them up close.
You can walk to this one when the tide's oot or take a boat but neither of them are happening today. That's because, once you're there, the National Trust™ will charge £15 a pop for a combined ticket to the castle and garden.
That's £2 more than they charge back at Newlyn Art School to paint an old man in the nuddy!
That's a reminder, looks like it'll have to be St Ives for those sun-dried tomatoes.
 Rather remarkably, the Copyright Law of France doesn't allow photographs of buildings until 70 years after the death of the architect. Given that Disney™ nicked the idea from St Aubert, who was knocking around in the 8th century, this is thought to be thoroughly unfair and the stance on Brexit has been completely reconsidered.