7-8 September: Mevagissey

Friday afternoon:  After our lovely walk around Polruan and Fowey we sailed to Mevagissey.  Just a hop and a skip of a sail, took less than two hours even though we again sailed against the wind.

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Jacobi II tacking next to us outside Mevagissey

Dominic fetched the others on the dinghy for supper at ours, and we had another really nice evening together.

Saturday: Despite there being next to no wind, and the sea looking flat, we had a night of rolling, so a bit of a disturbed sleep for both of us.  We picked up Toby and Janette and tied up by the steps in the dried out outer harbour.  Like so many of the coastal villages here, Mevagissey is achingly beautiful.

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Mevagissey with the inner and outer harbour

We were too early for any of the museums, so set off up the headland going west.  I kept seeing houses I would love to live in, either for their style or their position in the landscape – usually both.  Despite the many gorgeous new builds we’ve seen, the three houses on Chapel Point are today’s favourites.

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Chapel Point
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Dramatic drops and craggy rocks

We reached Gorran Haven, feeling quite tired after two days of hill walking.  Dominic and I had some very tasty chips from the local chip shop, and ate them sitting in the lazy sunshine overlooking the harbour.  There are so many wonderful moments to savour!  As we were tired, and short of time if we were to see Mevagissey town, we took a taxi back.  The local taxi man had just enough time to take us, between wedding pick-ups.  He told us about the storm damage that occurred in this area earlier in the year, particularly in Portmellon.

Janette bought some fish for their dinner, and then we went to the aquarium on the quay where local fish caught by fishermen are displayed.  I can see the educational value, but I’m afraid I had to walk out.  I guess the aquarium keepers take as good care of the fish as possible, but these were in essence small tanks with trapped, dead-eyed fish – made me feel very sad.  The local museum on the other hand was such a treasure.  Filled to the rafters with quirky displays, videos of locals talking to children about life during WWII, early 19th century wedding dresses, a cider press, photos of storm damage, local children and housing, lots of fishermen’s equipment as well as the motorcycle sidecar used by the local farmer and milkman.  Delightful!

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Mevagissey museum, by the boatyard in the harbour

 

 

 

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