Most people go on holiday to snorkel, ski, and catch some sun. This summer, we were not that family — ‘we’ being myself, my mum, and my dad. Oh no, we were the family who travelled all the way to Cornwall… to see a tribute act.
In our defense, and before you judge, it was a Fleetwood Mac tribute act, so I think we can be forgiven! The act in question, Fleetwood Bac (I wanted to make a joke about how witty this was, but I couldn’t bring myself to — they made enough of a joke picking that as a name anyway!) were performing at The Minack Theatre. Now that’s the main reason we were going — for the gorgeous, rocky, sea-salty theatre that is the dramatic heart of Cornwall. This may be turning slightly ‘Shakespeare’ in its romantic declarations, but it is a truly beautiful place.
The epitome of a British Colosseum, if such a thing existed, it flows in great stone circles — stone, grass, stone, grass — until it reaches a sandstone stage surrounded by arches and clear blue water. When the sun goes down they light the arch, giving it an angelic look, like some sort of three-dimensional stained glass window: a doorway to heaven if you will.
Before that though, and as I’ve briefly mentioned already, there was daylight, in which the theatre was just as spectacular. Flowers and trees, exotic and exciting, were planted around the entrance, hiding the winding flagstone paths so it looked like something out of Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden (if the book The Secret Garden was set on a tropical island somewhere far away from the real world). Continue reading