The site of Padstow was well chosen by our forefathers. Settled into a narrow gulley on the West side of the River Camel estuary we are well sheltered from the prevailing South-West winds and the air is balmy. The lower down the hill, the closer the huddle of buildings until they crowd together around the harbour. A jumble of houses, quays, boat slips, cafes and restaurants, gift and craft shops, bookshops, holiday flats, grocers, clothes shops, newsagents, accountants, estate agents, chemist and a homemade fudge shop. Not much of this was planned: it has happened through the years. No architect could have schemed the Padstow of today, it is the result of years of adaptation and change, of getting the best out of local natural materials and then ingeniously adapting these buildings to fit the current needs of a friendly little harbour town.
It is true that time and tide wait for no man but it is also true that here in Padstow they do seem to wait that little bit longer. Everything moves more slowly. The traffic, because it cannot do any other, and the people, because their lives are governed so much more by the tides, the seasons of the year and the farming calendar.
The harbour has quite the strongest attraction and you will find that you are drawn towards it as if by an invisible magnet. Folk always have time to stand and stare into the harbour scene and Padstow is no exception. There are seats all around and it is a favourite place for locals and visitors alike. The long seat beside the shelter on the corner of North Quay is called the Long Lugger and is the traditional meeting place for Padstonians.
Padstow also boasts is own little museum, which is a small room set aside to house some of the modest historic treasures.
Excerpt from Padstow Holiday Guide 2000/2001