Continuing to walk around Polperro, this will be the last post on this particular village. Do check my previous two posts if you have not as it is such a picturesque and interesting place.
I will share some interesting history at the end.
Something different - a house decorated with shells
We are actually on the east side of the harbour having come down from the cliffs on the west side
I don't think I could concentrate on reading here
walking along these narrow alleyways is fun
We come to the museum and tearoom
We are ready for a break and some light refreshment
Just a scone with butter as neither of us like cream and certainly not the famous Cornish clotted cream that everyone goes wild over
cottages built right into the cliffs
I would love to have been able to swim here
but it is time to turn around and head back
but maybe a photograph first
These jumbled houses are the work of Cornish fishermen. They wanted a place to store their gear and Pilchard catch, and over that a loft divided into rooms like the cuddy of his boat. He reached the ground by means of stone or wooden steps.
Wending your way along traffic free streets to the small harbour, you are treading the paths where once fish were carted, and under cover of night, Brandy casks and Tobacco bales wee carried into their hideouts.
Make no mistake, this peaceful fishing cove was once a thriving centre for the area's smuggling.
Wagon loads of contraband left here, some heading across Bodmin Moor, en route to London
(There will be more on Bodmin Moor in a later post.