Fowey

Fowey (pronounced "Foy") is probably the most scenic place (in a good way) I've ever been... We spent the day there yesterday, and were incredibly lucky with warm, sunny weather. First we poked around the town and had a bite to eat, then went on a boat trip around the harbour and up the river. This view is actually looking across the harbour, so technically is Polruan, not Fowey, but the buildings are very similar on the Fowey side.

This building is the du Maurier house, across the river from Fowey just by the ferry crossing (actually, there are two - this is the upriver one, which takes cars as well as foot passengers, not the foot passenger only one which crosses the harbour to Polruan). After our boat trip and a little poking around, we crossed the river (on foot) and went to the inn by the du Maurier house, had a drink, and then Geoff and I took all the kids and set off on a walk along the cliffs towards Polruan. As we had 5 kids with us, some better walkers than others (and three of them were 8 and under), and as our friends were waiting for us back at the Inn, we didn't walk all the way to Polruan via Pont (5 miles or so) and back - just walked for a mile or so and turned around, but it was lovely, nonetheless.

And here are the kids, walking back down to the Inn to have another drink. My girls were great with Cathi and Dave's girls, who are 7 and 8 1/2 (nearly 9) - they spent a lot of time playing games with them and minding them (and Alex, too), so that the grownups didn't have to do as much of that aspect of things - a true holiday!