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REINVENTION THROUGH<br />
EVOLUTION<br />
Chasing the sunset <strong>continued</strong><br />
History books will recall the GT as the car<br />
that saved Walter Owen’s quintessentially<br />
British car maker. Identifying an orphan<br />
market sector, Volkswagen refurbished the<br />
Crewe factory at a cost of £500 million,<br />
reworked the bespoke production lines<br />
and set the world alight with the £110,000<br />
two-door coupé. Pre-launch publicity used<br />
William Blake’s famous 1794 verse, The Tyger:<br />
‘Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright, In the forests<br />
of the night…’<br />
Design head, Dirk van Braeckel’s fearfully<br />
symmetrical work on the GT’s coachwork<br />
was an instant hit and the order books were<br />
full before the car officially went on sale.<br />
It established the old marque as a major<br />
player in the luxury market and spawned<br />
convertible, saloon and sports versions,<br />
which combined, took <strong>Bentley</strong> production<br />
from 1,000 cars a year in 2002 to an<br />
unprecedented 10,000 plus in 2007.<br />
The car I’m driving is the second generation<br />
GT, launched last year with a brand-new<br />
bodyshell, different enough to mark it out<br />
but similar enough not to alienate the<br />
existing owners. The uprated engine produces<br />
567 horsepower and almost as much in<br />
pounds feet of torque; in the words of a<br />
previous <strong>Bentley</strong> owner, “it’s sufficient.”<br />
How sufficient? The top speed is 198mph, it<br />
gets from 0 to 60mph in 4.4 seconds and<br />
the combined economy works out at 17.1mpg.<br />
The <strong>Bentley</strong>’s wipers swish away and big tyres splash through small lakes. Snug in the gorgeous<br />
cabin, there’s a chance to appreciate Crewe’s craft skills. The combination of leather-swathed<br />
dashboard, complex wood-veneered facia and those Eric Gill mechanical typefaces on the<br />
instrument dials is delightful and lasting. You’d never tire of sitting in this car. And, with this<br />
new model, there is now a general entertainment and sat-nav system worthy of a <strong>Bentley</strong>.<br />
Through the gloomy sea fog, it negotiates me round the tortuous tree-lined back roads with<br />
ease – the Scots call days like these ‘drek and drear’.<br />
Back at last at the Scarlet we’re barely in time for supper. No sunset, no green flash and the<br />
view from the spacious dining room is of majestically pregnant clouds. While the Bedruthan<br />
Steps has a family hotel, the Scarlet is for adults.<br />
“That adult-only thing? Just what’s really going on there?” asks one local when I tell him<br />
where we’re headed. Not a lot is the answer, but the car park filled with expensive German<br />
machinery might point to a clientele that is ever so slightly pleased with itself. No reception<br />
desk, just a welcoming host, although as daughter Scarlett points out, “those sub-Star Trek<br />
uniforms are plain weird.”<br />
While the endless floor levels on the cliff-side hotel give the impression of being in a<br />
hotel designed by M.C. Escher, there’s also a home-from-home cool about the place. Charming<br />
details such as hand-made lamp shades and sparse wood furniture are comfortable as well<br />
as modern. The dining area is well thought out, with good acoustics so you are not part of your<br />
neighbours’ conversations.<br />
And the fish… While I’ve posed no danger to Cornwall’s gilled inhabitants on this trip,<br />
Scarlett’s sea bass is succulent and delicious, with a rich ratatouille that highlights the fish’s<br />
flavours. The last time I ate sea bream in Cornwall, it was at a rival restaurant and this underrated<br />
and delicate fish was murdered on a bed of noxious vegetables. The Scarlet’s chefs turn in<br />
a pan-fried fillet so perfect it restores my faith in cheffery and all its nonsensical foibles. To think<br />
I almost passed up this dish because I didn’t like the sound of an apple accompaniment; who’d<br />
have thought that combo would work so well?<br />
What’s more, the following morning the Scarlet passes the fiercest test yet devised of a<br />
kitchen, the perfect boiled egg – try it some time – with chunky soldiers of The Chough bakery’s<br />
best sourdough bread. Perfick.<br />
And what would you know? The day we have to leave the Duchy, the weather clears and<br />
presents us with a cerulean blue sky filled with Toy Story clouds. We dawdle back across the<br />
Tamar thinking of green flashes unseen, fish uncaught and big waves unridden.<br />
We’ll be back, but then Cornwall gets to you like that<br />
Andrew English is a freelance writer based in<br />
the UK, specialising in automotive and travel<br />
journalism and writing for The Daily Telegraph<br />
newspaper and a number of magazines in<br />
England, Europe and America.<br />
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