Day two, and a tremendously opportunity for hilarity as we are spending the day in (the) looe.. Ho ho…
Took the train from Liskeard, with a railcard only £7 for the three of us, amazing value. The line was supposed to be fantastically pretty, well, it was nice – but nothing more than many other lines you can go on. It is a separate branch line from Liskeard, but run by Great Western. It was reasonably quiet, except for some hateful woman who brought about 8 children, she told then to “go right” when she “went left” and left them take over the carriage we were in. So they just did as they pleased, and she didnt give a stuff – typical. Trouble was they were not quite awful enough to make a fuss, but as you can imagine it was enough to have be hurrumphing into my kindle.
Trip was only around half an hour, and we walked the five minutes into the village of Looe itself. We were quite underwhelmed at first sight – it seems everywhere in East Cornwall could do with a coat of paint. Anyway, I was starving and there were pasty shops everywhere so I just had to have one. They even had the “Cornwall Pasty Company”, which I saw in Manchester the last time I think, I was very lucky and found a place called The Pasty Shop, Sara’s Pastries – I had the Steak and Kidney Pie, and I am not joking when I say it was <clarkson> the best pie – in the world </clarkson> it was fabulous so stuffed full of steak and kidney – loved it. We sat on the front by the little beach as I stuffed down my pie, then went for the first of many walks around the tiny streets.
After walking for a while, we realised we forgot our “crabbing kit”, so searched out the cheapest place for a replacement and set to gather some crabs. On the third throw in, the line got tangled, and I spent 15 mins pulling the line. As i am pathetic with heights I was too scared to go to the edge of the harbour wall so I was doing a pathetic job really. We realised it was no good, and we tied it up and left it.
We had some slight spots of rain, so went into a little cafe for a coke, the time to decide where we were to have the fish and chips we decided in the end to go to Daves Diner, near the harbour. Tiny place, with old placemats, but the fish was nice, good chips, nice curry sauce and reasonably priced. Kate was presented with a couple of posters after showing some enthusiasm with the types of fish on the walls – which was nice.
After nosh we went for a walk to “West Looe”, which was the runt of the Looe litter, but had a big bronze seal. It then rained, so we went to the pub, then another, then perhaps one more. Another quick shopping trip around all the rest of the alleys Looe had to offer and we made our way back to the train. Quick pint in the pub opposite the station and we were on our way home.
Once back in Liskeard, we were brace enough to sample the local pubs, the Stag was first, and by Jove it was West Countryish. “Orwight moi luvverlies” the buxom wench said they had run out of nice lager, so had Carling. After here we mooched into another pub called The White Horse, which would have been a little troubling without seven pints rolling around you.
So over the road to the curry house, waited for over an hour – I felt ill and left when the food came. No one enjoyed it much and we walked home. Me feeling sicker than I should have.