I wanted to be whisked away for the weekend, but unfortunately I would have to do all the planning if such whisking should take place.
I stumbled across the travel pages of Norwegian newspaper Aftenposten, and found Joran Tveterås’ pice on Cornwall and the small fishing village Looe. It inspired me to check it out, and within the day I had found flights, rented a car and booked us in at the lovely Fieldhead hotel.
So, would the trip be as nice as I hoped? The driving was perhaps a bit on the extensive side, with an estimate of 4,5 hours on Google maps. Oh, well I really enjoy driving, so that should be okay? A few hours later, still stuck on the M25 we had hardly moved forward since leaving Gatwick. At one point we got stuck behind a horsecarrier, a big truck kind of transportation and my dry-wittet boyfriend commented “if we crash into the horse truck would we then get more horse power?”. Bless him! I cried out with laughter, however you might imagine I was bored to bits at the point. Driving was no longer a favorite past time of mine…
Late at night we finally arrived in Looe, and got installed in a beautiful room at the hotel. It all seemed worth the drive! A nice hot meal would do the trick, to put us back to ease but our luck turned on us, as the near by pub was already closed for dinner. Back in the car (I’m starting to dislike it by now), and into the city of Looe. A rather bustlig little village on a Friday night. We got in line at the local Fish’n’chip shop, and got fresh cod and perfectly done chips with loads of salt and vinegar. Once every five years fish and chips is definitely my favorite food! Must be wrapped in brown paper though, and be dripping with fat :)
Next morning we got up to be served a huge English breakfast in the stunning morning room at Fieldhead. It overlooked the coast and the little island of Looe. After the massive intake of eggs and bacon we got our gear on and went out to walk to the nearby town of Polperro.
The costal path was just as breathtaking as I had imagined, with fields, cliffs and narrow overgrown steps up the hills. Along the way we met some friendly cows, a few sheep and other fellow walkers, with and without dogs. Hardly busy though, even on a Saturday with pretty decent weather.
We arrived the the Smuggler’s taverna just as it started to drizzle, and we popped in for a quick nibble. The staff was very friendly and sitting outside overlooking the little nearby beach made the stay very cozy.
As we arrived in Polperro it looked just as you would think an idyllic Cornish costal town would be. It had all the clichés of narrow walkways, no cars, pretty shops, lovely gardens and flowers in abundancy. The idyll was however broken by a massive crane in the middle of the harbour entrance. After reading a public note at the local smuggling museum, we were informed of the building of a new sewage system, hence the commotion. What a great way to distribute local news!
We got the local buss back to Looe, an interesting sightseeing in itself! As we got off the bus, we walked in to a local produce shop, and beraved it of various kinds of cider, marmelade and salt. I also picked up the novel “Katy Carter wants a hero” by Ruth Saberton, not really the most enlightning books of all time, but the plot is set in Tregowan – fictive Cornish town – taking the best from both Looe and Polperro. So I quite enjoyed reading about places I had just been.
We had a wonderful seafood meal at the charming Mawgans of Looe, and I would especially recommend the scallops and lobster.
All good things must end?, we did indeed have to return to Gatwick, although I would really recommend to stay a few more days than just the weekend. On the way we passed Stonehenge in slowmotion (traffic not so bad on the return though!), giving us some quality drive-by sightseeing :)