Looe to Polperro, the Great Western Trek. Kinda.

Boy can they!

By most standards, Kends and I have had a very active weekend. After an intense evening of "Night Cops" watching (the most addictive t.v show ever) we arose on Saturday morning at the crack of 8.30. Kends had prepared us a lunch for our day on the road, and we were out the door, and on our way to the bus station. The plan was to catch the bus to a small town called Looe, and then walk to Polperro and back, haha, boy were we wrong. You see, Polperro is a little further away from Looe than we anticipated. My faithful Google Maps had failed me, and told me it was a mere 4.5km's away, it was incorrect this time...

Looe

Looe

We hopped off the bus in Looe after a 45 minute trip there. It was just before 11, and still a little chilly, especially when in the shade. We walked along the harbour front, and checked out the local multitudes of sea vessels. The thing to do on a Saturday morning in Looe appears to be crab fishing. It seems that if it is Saturday, and you are not "crabbing", you are not cool. Now Looe is a lovely town, your typical small fishing village. Not exactly a bustling metropolis, but rather quaint. We meandered through town, and it appears to be quite a tourist little place. Most of the shops are typical holiday novelty/curio dens, but there is one other type of store that appears to be rife throughout Cornwall... the Pasty shop. Honestly, every 3rd store at least, is a Pasty shop. Now don't get me wrong, I have no complaints, I love a good Cornish Pasty, but this was getting a little much. We stopped in at the tourist centre, which is where we learned of the massive flaw in our plan for the day.

Crab Bucket

Looe

According to the lady on duty at the tourist centre, our proposed walk to Polperro was going to take us a tad longer than we had originally thought. That being 3 hours, apparently. So, we modified our plan. Fortunately we had paid for a bus ride to Polperro, so we would walk to Polperro and then catch the bus home to Plymouth from there. So we left the tourist centre, map in hand, ready for our hike along the gorgeous coastal path, headed west, to a land no man or beast has seen before. At least it felt that way. Stopping in at a bakery to pick up some "essential supplies", to sustain us on our epic voyage. I grabbed a milk tart, Kends a lemon meringue. Haha.
So we embarked at around 12, planning to arrive in Polperro at 3pm, and have plenty of time to catch a bus home.

Coastal Path

Coastal Walk

Kends

Me

What a gorgeous walk it turned out to be. Along a tiny little footpath along the very edge of the coast, rising and falling, winding through trees and over rolling hills. We were never further than 10 meters away from the edge of a cliff that fell right onto the ocean shore. It wasn't a straight forward easy walk either, it was a little more demanding than we had envisaged, but well worth it. We were diverted away from the ocean path just before Polperro, as they are working on a sewage plant right alongside it, and it is not ideal. So we completed the 5 mile (8km) walk in around 1h40mins, and thus must have set some sort of record, if it did indeed take 3 hours to walk it, haha. The sun shone the entire way there, and we got a tad sunkissed again, I know, who'd have thought? It got a bit warm, and I got a little sweaty, prompting me to take off my shirt, and complete the walk in my vest, how very sophisticated, yes.

Polperro - Steep Hill

Polperro - Steep Hill

Polperro - Natal House

Polperro - Moat

Polperro - The Guns Show

Polperro - Englewood up to no good

Polperro - Bay

Polperro - Low Tide

Polperro - Pajeroboat

Polperro - Kends' House

We sat on a bench overlooking the main bay, and ate our delicious lunch Kends had made. We sat a while and just watched the sea. Polperro is an amazing little town. Apparently it gets very touristy in the summer. It has a river that flows through the town, and a few houses are built right up against it, much like some Venician houses. Some have a moat as a result of this. We stopped in at a little restaurant and had ourselves some tea. Thereafter, ambled up the road toward the bus stop, rather tired and ready for a slow bus ride home. We had just missed the bus when we got there, and had to wait another 40 mins before the next one arrived. We sat on a bench and had an informative with some older locals about Plymouth and Durban, and awaited the arrival of our bus. A few minutes later we were on the bus and pretty darn stoked after an awesome day in the English country side.

Needless to say, we slept like rocks last night.

Adios!