Cornwall

We loaded up the Harley-Davidson Road Glide Limited, and I swung my leg over the sumptuous leather seat and thumbed the starter. The fabulous Milwaukee-Eight 114 engine fired into life, settling down to a melodic, rhythmic throb. Kate jumped on behind me, and off we went, leaving the historic grandeur of Boringdon Hall behind. The second leg of our journey took us southwest, out of Devon and into Cornwall, toward the quiet waters of the Helford River near Falmouth.

Getting to The Hotel Tresanton

The drive from Falmouth to St Mawes is a joy in itself. You cross the Fal on the King Harry, a chain ferry that hauls itself across the water with the unhurried confidence of something that has been doing this since long before anyone thought to invent the bypass, and you arrive on the Roseland peninsula feeling as though you have been quietly upgraded to a better version of the afternoon.

As I pulled up at The Royal Duchy Hotel in the new Audi E-Tron GT Quattro, I was splendidly greeted by the concierge James who showed me to my free electric charging parking space and immediately made me feel at home. He has worked at The Duchy for just under 40 years and is an expert on the hotel and the area. In fact, Mark, the manager and James are genuinely good company and skilled at predicting a guest’s every wish.

Clementine spent the past two years setting up her outdoor studio in some of the most cherished destinations in the world.  

When she finds an inspiring scene there is a vigorous freshness in every brushstroke.