Another day and more fishing ports to see starting with Looe. There is actually an East Looe and a West Looe divided by the river Looe of all things. I read somewhere that back in the 16th Century both Looe's had 2 members of Parliament to the House of Commons despite their tiny populations.
East Looe centres on its broad sandy beach, with the distinctive Banjo Pier. I wasn't over impressed in all honesty but it was a bit overcast and dull and the Seagulls were in angry bird mode stealing food at will.
The intention was to move on to Polperro further along the coast. The mere mention of the name conjures up an image of rum soaked pirates in eye patches with parrots perched precariously upon their shoulders. However they wanted £4 for 2 hours car parking so we told them to stuff it . Good to see that a modern day piracy lives on at least.
We had a bit of inside knowledge for the visit to Fowey. On the last visit we parked on top of what seemed like a mountain top and had a horrendously steep descent to the centre. The walk back to the car was even more horrendous an left me pretty breathless. One of the 'locals' tipped me off to park at the ferry car park and the walk in would be on the flat. It was perfect apart from the toilets being shut and having to make use of an empty cider can in some sort of grotto in the car park....
Fowey does seem to be a haven for authors most notably Kenneth Grahame (Wind in the Willows)and Daphne Du-Maurier (Jamaica Inn). Daphne lived at Ferryside, Bodinnick across the water (pictured above) wrote her first novel 'The Loving Spirit' at the family holiday home in 1929.
Today celebrities like the dreadful 'Richard and Judy, Dawn French and Gloria Hunniford have homes here.
The best way to see Fowey is by taking the Town Tour on the train. Well Its not a train at all its just a carriage towed by a Land Rover that causes mayhem and blocks the already congested narrow streets. So of course we had to jump on and do the tour!
In fairness it was quite interesting and we did see some parts otherwise left blissfully ignorant to.
The sun decided to put in an overdue and welcome appearance and given our new found sense of adventure after the train we went a little 'off piste'. We discovered a lovely little beach or to give it it's proper name 'Readymoney Cove' right to the South of Fowey.
Another day and more fishing ports to see starting with Looe. There is actually an East Looe and a West Looe divided by the river Looe of all things. I read somewhere that back in the 16th Century both Looe's had 2 members of Parliament to the House of Commons despite their tiny populations.
East Looe centres on its broad sandy beach, with the distinctive Banjo Pier. I wasn't over impressed in all honesty but it was a bit overcast and dull and the Seagulls were in angry bird mode stealing food at will.
The intention was to move on to Polperro further along the coast. The mere mention of the name conjures up an image of rum soaked pirates in eye patches with parrots perched precariously upon their shoulders. However they wanted £4 for 2 hours car parking so we told them to stuff it . Good to see that a modern day piracy lives on at least.
We had a bit of inside knowledge for the visit to Fowey. On the last visit we parked on top of what seemed like a mountain top and had a horrendously steep descent to the centre. The walk back to the car was even more horrendous an left me pretty breathless. One of the 'locals' tipped me off to park at the ferry car park and the walk in would be on the flat. It was perfect apart from the toilets being shut and having to make use of an empty cider can in some sort of grotto in the car park....
Fowey does seem to be a haven for authors most notably Kenneth Grahame (Wind in the Willows)and Daphne Du-Maurier (Jamaica Inn). Daphne lived at Ferryside, Bodinnick across the water (pictured above) wrote her first novel 'The Loving Spirit' at the family holiday home in 1929.
Today celebrities like the dreadful 'Richard and Judy, Dawn French and Gloria Hunniford have homes here.
The best way to see Fowey is by taking the Town Tour on the train. Well Its not a train at all its just a carriage towed by a Land Rover that causes mayhem and blocks the already congested narrow streets. So of course we had to jump on and do the tour!
In fairness it was quite interesting and we did see some parts otherwise left blissfully ignorant to.
The sun decided to put in an overdue and welcome appearance and given our new found sense of adventure after the train we went a little 'off piste'. We discovered a lovely little beach or to give it it's proper name 'Readymoney Cove' right to the South of Fowey.
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