Three years ago, when we came to Cornwall for the first time, I was a little surprised that it was such a tourist destination. This time round, I am starting to see the attraction.
My daughter herself declared today as we walked round Fowey (apparently pronounced Foyie) that it felt quite tropical. I think this might be because it has been raining rather more than back home but the vegetation is different and in greater abundance.
Fowey, by all accounts, was a charming town and it was a pleasant walk from the NT car park we found on a cliff top, after being unable to locate a parking space in the town itself. Perhaps the best bit of the day for me, though, was stopping at a road-side stall
to buy a pot of parsley.
I’ve often seen this sort of thing but been unable, at that moment, to stop and support the venture. However, with the lane we were going down being so windy (ie bendy), our slow speed was conducive to pulling up the driveway to investigate the various wares.