Thursday 25th April

By: Mike

 

Today it’s a short walk to Looe.  Just four miles.  The weather is changing.  It’s cold and there is rain.  We stop for coffee at Seaton.  The café has little cabins and we shelter in one for our coffee break. 



This is a good moment to shout out for the way coffee culture has penetrated Cornwall. 

Me: “We’d like two coffees please”.

Café lady: “What coffees?”

Me (seeing list on wall): “Oh, can you do Americanos?”

Café lady (OK, barrista): “Black or with milk?”

Me: “Milk, please”

Barrista: “Hot or cold milk”

Me:  “Hot if you can do it”.

Barrista (with contemptuous look): “Of course. Large Americanos or small?”

Me:  “Small, please”.

Barrista:  “£7.00 please, cash or card?”.

We are on the edge of West Looe by lunch time and find a table with benches.  It is cold.  We are right opposite Looe Island.  I wish I had brought my binoculars.

An old geezer comes passed with his dog, which promptly dashes off after a rabbit.

Chris: “I suppose the rabbits always get away”.

Geezer: “Oh no.  He catches them alright. Look, he’s right up the hill after them now. Once he went into that patch of gorse and flushed out a fox.”

Me: “Do you live locally, or are you on holiday here?”  He has a strong London accent.

Geezer:” Just over there.  And you see that crane? I had a house there.  Sold it to a builder for £3/4m. He knocked it down.  He’s digging a 30ft basement with a cinema and swimming pool .  He will sell it for £4m. I gave it away too cheap.”  Nice talking to you.”

We finished our lunch and walked on to West Looe, where we caught a bus at the fire station back to Polperro.

Supper at Blue Peter again. This time upstairs where it was less hectic. Chris had linguine.  I had kleftiko.

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