Billy’s Trust Tour – Trelissick

Trelissick marks the start of the Cornwall era of Billy’s Trust Tour, if indeed you can call a week’s holiday an era. Which, given how many Trusts we visited, I’d argue you can.

At this point, you see, Billy was lagging a bit behind in the Trusts visited vs months alive stakes. And so during that week we made up for it. Oh, how we made up for it.

We didn’t take a guide book, we just took the Trust handbook.

Anyway. Trelissick was our local Trust for the week we were away. It sits on a little headland just outside Truro, and we were in a rather large field just outside Truro (in a cottage, I hasten to add. I’m not sure my husband would function without electricity and wifi.) It used to be just the gardens that were open, but a friendly room guide told me that they’ve recently started experimenting with opening the house too. I mean, it was just sitting there, being a house. Might as well do something with it.

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One of the things they were doing as part of this new opening was providing hats to try on. I’m always a fan of a Trust with a hat, and even more so a Trust that gives you a solid excuse to actually try a hat. Trelissick definitely had one – I do recall there being some kind of wider exhibit happening – but I have no idea what it was.

For, you see, Billy was both teething and sleep regressing and I was almost entirely cross-eyed with tiredness. I was at best a hollow shell putting on a passable impression of a human. And I’m not sure I was even that.

Still, let’s apply the usual tests, shall we?

Catering facilities
Much to my relief, there was an excellent cafe right by the entrance. It was a bit soggy out when we arrived, so the decent-looking – and dog-populated – courtyard seats weren’t a possibility. Still, we found a corner where I fuelled my reliance on tea while Billy was baffled by raspberries. So funny on his tongue! So squishy between his fingers! So good to throw on the floor!

Thankfully the older couple who were sat next to us viewed this raspberry interaction as adorable, rather than a difficult load of washing waiting to happen.

Buggyability
I’ve got to admit that I’ve no idea on this one, because we assumed it wouldn’t be particularly buggy friendly and took the sling. There were points in the gardens where this definitely seemed like the correct decision – like when we encountered and then climbed down a whole load of steps. But there were other families there with buggies, so it clearly isn’t entirely impossible to navigate.

Perhaps it’s merely challenging – the red run of buggies, if you will.

Dogs
Now, dogs are a thing I do remember. There were a whole load of them gathered near the cafe, and because when I’m tired I lose volume control I accidentally shouted “Billy! Look at the doggies! Woof woof!” and gave both dogs and owners a bit of a scare. Obviously I was too tired to care.

I don’t remember seeing any dogs in the formal gardens, which leads me to believe that they’re perhaps not allowed there. But we only explored a tiny amount of the extensive grounds, so they must be allowed somewhere. I’m pretty sure dogs don’t choose to hang out in cafes just because they like lattes.

Although, now I think of it, they probably get some pretty good table scraps.

The verdict
A jolly pleasant day out, even when you haven’t slept in what feels like 15 years.


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