We took the ferry to Fowey from Polperro. It was an hour’s ride that saved us many hours of walking on a strenuous path. There were only eleven passengers on the small boat and three dogs, not counting the captain’s dog Ky, (Cornish for dog) who was also first mate. You could tell by her behavior that she simply loved the excursion, barking with delight at the waves and nearby boats.
The English love their dogs, which are well-trained. The canines of every breed and size are allowed in pubs and restaurants; vacationers walk them through towns, and many hotels and B & B advertise that the pets are welcomed (though I have not seen signs referring to cats.) When on the SWC Path, the owners water the four-legged trekkers before they take a drink; there are special bins for doggy poo.
It was nice getting a different perspective of the coast line. From the ferryboat, we could see hikers on the hills and the path as it traversed the cliffs. This part of the path had no place to replenish water and food. I was happy to bypass it.
There were several isolated beaches and caves on the coastline. To the left is the first view we had of Fowey, a small town at the mouth of a tidal river. On the opposite shore is the town of Polruan.
The actress, writer, and comedienne Dawn French has a home on the entrance to the harbor (see right). Maybe some of you have heard of her.
We have a room with a view, but no “en suite” bath–we are using our camping equipment. This evening, Dennis will use his amateur radio and I will finish a book. The two of us are like old fogies.
