Way back at the start of our England adventures we were travelling around Cornwall. When planning the trip we’d realised that we’d be travelling near to Port Isaac, a fishing village on the west coast. It’s a typical Cornwall fishing village, but it’s also the location for the Doc Martin TV programme. We both enjoy watching the show although it’s fair to say that Wyn is the bigger fan. One of Wyn’s ancestors had come from Camelford and we stopped for two nights at St Teath, a couple of miles away. And Port Isaac is only a few more miles away from there. It was a nice morning and we decided to head to Port Isaac first, in case it got overrun by tourist crowds later on – it is a very small village.
We knew enough not to try to drive right down to the town and had a nice walk down from the car park. It is a lovely village with little lanes and alleyways.
We’d come in search of the TV show locations and eventually found a sign pointing us in the direction of the house used as Doc Martins’.
We weren’t exactly sure which one it was. There was another couple walking around nearby and Wyn asked the woman something like “Is this his house?” and the woman knew exactly what she was asking about and they agreed it was. She was from Canada. People come from far and wide to see Doc Martin’s village and house and everything else. It’s lovely.
We eventually found a map of the locations, which helped our searching around. And our wanderings revealed many lovely lanes around the village.
Port Isaac is at pains to point out that it’s more than just a movie (‘Saving Grace’ 2003) and TV show set. It is, but it’s rather like a type-cast actor – it’s always going to be associated as the location for the Doc Martin programme. However, it’s still a working fishing village, which is its saving grace.
The fish market is on Fore Street. One thing I’ve learned is that where most towns have a High Street as the main street, some have a Market Street, and fishing villages have a Fore Street.
Port Isaac is a delightful village for many reasons. It is quaint and beautiful, it is idylic, and yet it remains real. It’s almost like it’s too small to spoil.
We could have wandered around for much longer. But the morning was getting on and the visitor numbers were increasing, so we reluctantly walked back up the hill and headed off in search of a castle.