Our weekly day off included a short amble of less than six miles, ascending less than 1000 ft. The weather was kind as we followed the path along this beautiful and relatively easy stretch. We could tell it was a Saturday as about twenty groups of walkers passed us, going the other way, following any of the suggested loops between these fishing villages. Looe was a lot larger than Polperro, though both were classically picturesque fishing villages that were stretched out along a river or valley bottom. After a fine crab sandwich in Looe, we walked about 1/2 mile to our hotel and checked in early. We welcomed the opportunity for simple jacket potatoes at the hotel for dinner!
Hiking past a memorial cross, adorned with poppies, on September 12th, triggered pensive reflections while we hiked. Google suggested that between 35 and 60 countries currently have armed conflict. Peace is precious.
We appreciated the peaceful night at our small B&B, which had beautiful gardens. Our breakfast was extra tasty as we’d only had our emergency biscuits (cookies) for dinner the night before!Polperro Harbour, looking so much prettier at high tide when the sea covers the mudflats.We started our walk by winding through several narrow streets, like this one, between traditional cottages, on our way out of Polperro.Uplifted rocks at the entrance to Polperro Harbour.The distant sun brought light to a moody overcast day. The clouds provided great walking weather!The Polperro Parish Memorial Cross. A memorial to the fallen in WW1&2, with thanks given for those that returned safely. Peacetime remains fragile. Janet remained unconvinced to go swimming in the refreshing sea, even though we saw six women taking the plunge.The 13th Century Talland Church looked down on the path from a nearby hill. We did not go up to visit, finding this silhouette cool and sufficient.In the distance we spotted Rame Head, the final turn before Plymouth, the end of our walk.Some undulations on our approach to Looe.A sign with a missed opportunity. Surely it could have said “Looe’s Loos”.A view up the Looe River.We posed by a statue of Nelson the seal, who was a resident in the Looe river for 25 years.Nelson looked grand.A fine crab sandwich for lunch. We defended it against the resident seagulls, Sid and Susie.Our hotel. Our room was at the back, with a fine view of the hillside!Dinner with a view from the hotel’s lounge.
"Cajunlimeys" combines Lousiana (Janet) and Britain (Peter). British sailors in the 19th century were nicknamed "limeys" as they drank lime juice to prevent scurvy. However, while Janet is a fine cook, she has no Cajun blood, but the name fit.
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