The River Fowey... Runs from Fowey to the sea and from Fowey to Lostwithiel and from Lostwithiel to nowhere in particular. After yet another stormy night we set off over the hill to Fowey. One hell of a walk so I was very grateful to have had the foresight to order a cab. Sunshine and showers best describes the day. Higgeldy Piggeldy best describes Fowey, a charming little place. No two buildings the same and an amazing number of banks and pubs.
The lead light for ships, this was and still is the major port for the export of China Clay. We walked up to the loading dock but no ships were in and we were driven back by the rain. Into the Ship Inn.