This quirky inn is one of the best, the sort of place you’d hope to find at the end of the road. Outside, the wild west coast weaves up to St Ives; secret beaches appear at low tide, cliffs tumble down to the water, wild flowers streak the land pink in summer. Inside, it’s earthy, warm, stylish and friendly, with rustic interiors, colour-washed walls, stripped wooden floors and fires at both ends of the bar. Logs are piled high in an alcove, maps and art hang on the walls, books fill every shelf; if you pick one up and don’t finish it, take it home and post it back. Cosy rooms have warm colours and the odd antique, then Vi-Spring mattresses, crisp white linen, colourful throws and Roberts radios. Downstairs, you can scoff delicious food in the bar, the restaurant or out in the garden in good weather. Tasty snacks wait – pork pies, crab claws, half a pint of Atlantic prawns – as does more substantial fare, maybe grilled sardines, Cornish lamb with root vegetables, roasted apples and pears. Picnics can be arranged, there’s bluegrass folk music in the bar most weeks. Dogs are very welcome.