North Cornwall

In a documentary filmed at the end of his life, Sir John Betjeman, who lived in the village of Trebetherick on the Camel estuary in north Cornwall, famously regretted not having had more sex. That problem doesn’t seem apply to today’s party crowd in the area. Nearby Rock and Polzeath are thronging with bingeing public-school teenagers, traffic jams of gleaming 4x4s, and new-build houses with plasma screens, wet rooms and all that hedge-funders require.

David Cameron has body-boarded at Polzeath on recent holidays, his security detail bobbing like seals around him. For children of the 1960s, memories of frugal holidays in north Cornwall include pasties, fathers in baggy shorts, and limbs turning blue with cold. Betjeman may have evoked the ‘sand in the sandwiches, wasps in the tea’ in his poems celebrating the era of Morris Minors and unspoilt beaches. But the picnics I remember culminated in tangled kites, gashed feet, and appeals for cash for the Mr Whippy van. Even on occasions sunburn.

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At Rock, Trebetherick and Constantine, quite a few holiday houses have been passed down the generations. My grandparents bought a place on the west bank of the estuary in the mid-1930s and lived there without electricity or mains water for 40 happy years. We still have the house. As grandchildren we raced up the drive to wave at and spit on the train as it passed under the bridge at Tregunna, between Padstow and Wadebridge, on the most idyllic line in England.

That line is now a bike-hire highway, so busy it is unwalkable in summer. The track terminates at Padstow beneath the gray Metropole Hotel (built in 1904), a subdued time-warp of clinking china and silverware. Padstow in season is booming; stuffed with galleries, boutiques, seafood (formerly known as fish) restaurants, and bakeries selling ambitious pasties containing Thai chicken and chorizo.