A ‘Morse’ Coincidence and Three Lovely Women

I didn’t get the decent night’s sleep I hoped for last night. The wind was wild and Wilson blew like a Clipper’s mainsail, twice pulling pegs out of the ground that needed re-fixing. Luckily the top, which was fixed to a hedge, held good otherwise my worldly belongings would be floating somewhere between Polruan and Brittany.
Notice how sea-sidey I’m getting? Clipper’s mainsail. Pretentious prat.
I did get an earlyish start though and surprisingly struggled through one of the most difficult ascending and descending sections of the entire walk. My shoulder hurt like hell on occasions but the rest of me is in decent shape.
First photos are one of my favourite bays, Lantic Bay, closer to Polruan than Polperro. I’ve been chased by cows here before but they were docile today. This is looking east in the direction I was travelling.

This is looking back westwards at the same stretch of bay.

I’ve collected mussels and clams in this bay a few times now and in May of this year with my very good friend Francis Carrere we built a bonfire and cooked fresh mussels, fish and potatoes. I can honestly say it was one of the best meals I’ve ever cooked. We kept looking at each other and smiling as we ate this majestic and largely free feast.

The first sign of Polperro was welcome as it appeared around a corner.

The beautiful little port opened up before me, protected by curves in the cove.

Carrying on there was a big detour due to cliff collapse from the storms earlier this year, but I eventually arrived at Talland Bay. I turned a corner and there was Mick the Blade with his partner. I was so surprised I didn’t even get a photo of him. We had season tickets close to each other twenty years ago and he was more vocal than me, although it was close. We’ve met many, many times since as he’s worked around the country and still gone to home and away matches. From Stevenage to Huddersfield to Wembley we just seem to meet up – and here he was. His missus buggered off – she didn’t relate to our discussion over the previous night’s victory over Colchester. All the best Bladey Blade.
This is looking out to sea at Talland, home of Richard and Judy (as if I gave a monkey’s fork)!

Round eventually to Looe, where we’ve had some lovely holidays over the last 35 years.

I decided to get the bus back up to just above Talland Bay to the Tencreek Holiday site. Three great women were on the bus – three generations of really, really nice folk – Remy, Kirsty and Dawn. They invited me to tea and it was great. I felt part of the family after two minutes relaxing in their caravan. Thanks ladies, it is the unexpected kindness of strangers that gives me hope for the future of (Wo)mankind. Good luck next week Dawn and love to all three of you dear folk.