The Knitting Nurse

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Polperro – A Picturesque Fishing Village

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Paul and Judith kindly took Peter and I to many sights in the Cornwall, England area they live in.  One beautiful day we visited Polperro, a quaint and picturesque hamlet, established as early as the 13th century as a fishing village.


The river Pol runs through the town. Peoples’ gardens grow over the watercourse.  Under the car park a half mile above the harbor sits a huge storm surge catch to help prevent flooding.  I so admired the gardens and greenery on the walk down as well as the preserved old homes.


Narrow streets and walkways now prevent vehicles from driving through. A public tram and horse and cart help those up and down.

Exploring narrow walkways, in England, was a theme for me. This provided endless ‘ah ha!’ moments of delight in discoveries.



Rock walls abound and wee gardens seem to take over.



Fuchsia, a new found love of mine, grows in huge masses here. I’m not kidding!  I saw an entire HEDGE of some at one point.


Rock landscaping and walls (and fencing!) are very common in England. Many photos of such will go in our gardening idea folder.


The famed Shell House, all manners of shells were applied to the home’s surface.


More rockery – this time a wall high above the Net Loft which I’ll show you in a bit.


This cat knew the pleasures of a warm, slate roof as well as a tourists attention.



They got an “A” for effort.


The walk down gets one to the harbor.  Very old fisherman’s’ cottages line the water.  Here, you see a higher tide.  I’ll show you a pic of low tide in another post.  The South West Coast Path, the 630-mile long walk from Dorset to Somerset can be caught on either side of the mouth of the harbor.


L-R: Peter’s dad Paul, his wife Judith and Peter. Max, the furry guy in the front did not want to look at me.


The mouth of the harbor welcomes a few fishing boats, much less than of past.  At one time, a huge volume of fish called pilchards (in the herring family) were processed here, salted and cured and packed into barrels.  The oil was used for lamps.


Piles of nets, pots and lines add splatters of color.


Smuggling of alcohol, tobacco and other goods was commonplace here until the late 18th century as imported goods were highly taxed.

I see these hand-carved out steps in a rock slope to the water’s edge and imagine people shouldering goods, in the dark of night, at the risk of being caught.


Looking back up to the village from the harbor you realize how vulnerable it is to storms. According to Wikipedia, “November 1824 the worst ever storm occurred: three houses were destroyed, the whole of one pier and half the other were swept away and nearly 50 boats in the harbour were dashed to pieces. Of the six boats that survived, only one of which was a Gaffer.”


A quick walk we took up to the Coastal Path to look down upon the mouth of the harbor and a historic structure called the Net loft.  The coast is wild and wind-beaten in these parts. It reminds me a lot of the Marin and Sonoma Coast, places I miss dearly.


We had a lovely visit.  Many thanks to Paul and Judith for showing us this treasure.

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