final day in fowey

Our annual pilgrimage to glorious Fowey draws to a close. Our last full day saw us pack in all of the food we hadn’t yet managed (I feel slightly queasy as a result), two trips to the beach, a mooch round the shops and a needless purchase of a whale shaped butter dish which Antony shall evermore detest (he doesn’t cope well with tat, even upmarket tat) and I shall evermore adore (I approve of kitsch kitchenware).