A Polperro Pint (Or Two)
Went to Polperro for the first time yesterday, famous for piskies and, er, flooding, mainly. Was told not to bother on account of it being unutterably tacky, but I really liked it, it's a beautiful little fishing port in a deep valley cleft. Admittedly, it's main content appears to be tat shops, pubs and cafes, but hey, they're good tat shops, pubs and cafes.
Arriving at lunchtime without cash (are there no ATM's in Polperro?) we dashed through the length of the town to find the one pub advertised in the carpark as having cashpoint facilities. When we got there (The Blue Peter) it was to find a wonderful old beamed pub on the harbour serving a good pint of Doom Bar, although unfortunatley also one that stopped serving lunch about ten minutes earlier. After a drink we wandered back through the streets and into the Three Pilchards, which happily served food all day, and invested in another pint of Doom Bar (well, I did anyway), and lovely steak & onion and sausage & onion baguettes. By the time it had arrived and we'd gobbled it up, it was time to get back to the car-park, so we didn't really have time to take in much of the view, but I'd certainly like to go back (possibly out of season, when it isn't full of yahoos).
Stopped off in Looe on the way back (yes I know it's in the other direction, but we'd come this far...). Now there is one town that really is tacky - I think the last time I was there was 20 years ago (yikes!) and I'm quite happy to leave it another 20 before venturing back.