Ahoy Fowey!!!
My first night on SH Vega wasn’t perfect. Watching “Prometheus “until after midnight didn’t help – sleep filled with caesarean dreams and slimy monsters. Also, at about 4 am we arrived at Fowey, and the captain berthing us on a pin, didn’t help. Anyway, I had to be up early to catch the coach to Polperro.
I don‘t know what it is about coach trips that brings out the worst in me. Must be sitting motionless for hours trundling down narrow lanes hearing the tour guide trying to make a mowed field sound interesting.
Polperro has the look of a fishing port sold out to second homes and tourism. It was a Saturday morning in late May, and it was almost closed. The saving grace was our guide who rushed up and down the port hunting down a couple of gluten free Cornish pasties.
A quick walk down to the port and a slow walk back up to the car park ended the visit. The car park has a kiosk that gives change for the parking ticket machines, and no loos but all the public loos in Polperro charge 50p . What fiendish mind in the local government offices dreamed up that.
We arrived in Fowey to catch our tender back to our boat. In doing so we passed a Fire Assembly Point immediately opposite a building containing highly flammable material. You knew that because a very large red warning sign screamed that out. No wonder this country is failing.
Then I was back in the warm, sane arms of our highly efficient and friendly, smiley crew. (I’ll get to hate those smiles by the end of the cruise.) I’m writing this after having a very small lunch – the huge Cornish pastie ruined my appetite.
Tomorrow Tresco.
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