The Ferryman

Day 3 in Cornwall.

We usually pop over to Polruan on the ferry when we are in Fowey, but as we only had a few days to play with this time mrsfb didn't feel like it, preferring to pootle about the shops in Fowey itself.  I decided just to do a return trip on the ferry as it was such a lovely day. The ferryman wouldn't do a return ticket though, in case (highly unlikely today he said) there were more than 12 people waiting on the other side in which case I would have to get off and get the next one back. There was only one other person making the crossing with me, but of course when we arrived in Polruan there were more people waiting than he could take, and I had to disembark. Good job they run every 15 minutes or so. Coming back there were just 2 other passengers this time. A very strange blip (sorry about the pun) in demand.

In the morning we had met up with some old friends of mrsfb who had moved to north Cornwall. They kindly drove down to see us. We had coffee in an upmarket hotel (see extras) where I liked the mirror (another anxious looking selfie!), and the wellies, though no-one seemed to be 'exploring the shore'.

In the evening we had a nice Valentine's meal in an Indian restaurant, which like everywhere else was relatively quiet. We were surprised to see the aforementioned Dawn French at the table next to ours, and I think we did a reasonable job of not recognizing her. She asked for a doggy bag by the way, so perhaps the dogs we saw on the beach were hers.

Back home tomorrow so it was last chance for a Baileys and Jack Daniel's which we have got into the habit of having each night before we walk back up the hill to our flat.