Hold your horses, we have to go buy the pasties first and to do that we’re getting the ferry to Fowey. I’ve been on the passenger ferry before but this time I was much braver and did a proper jump from the steps down into the boat. I still don’t like the wiggly feeling and felt safer sitting on daddy’s knee… that served a dual purpose, dried my soggy paws and made me not feel the boat wiggles.
The ferry took us to a different place, it went to Whitehouse because the usual dock is having some work done to the sewage system. There’s a huge metal box thing in the water that people are working inside!
There was a board telling people all about the work, so if you are into that kind of thing, you can read all about it here!
We had a nice wander around Fowey and stopped at The Well House where the humans had some lunch. A nice doggy called Frank lives there and he was very friendly. We both got a treat. Sadly for him, they have signs up asking people to not feed him no matter how nicely he asks or how pleading his eyes are.
The Well House is really old.
It has very low ceilings and lots of nooks and crannies.
After the humans had been fed.. and I had a single biscuit.. we carried on wandering around the town and did a spot of pasty shopping.
We also did a bit of geocaching, just one today, the church micro. We worked out the clues and had to walk up past ‘Place House’ which is a castle-like house and garden in the middle of town, we couldn’t see much because there’s a huge wall around it, but if you’re interested you can see more of it here.
We had to climb yet another hill (there are a lot of hills in Cornwall) and then we found the cache hidden behind a road sign. Yay! Another smiley face on the geocaching map and time to make our way home. We walked down past the church on our way back to the ferry.
And down this little lane.
I did an even better jump across from the steps onto the ferry. We were the only passengers on the return trip – it’s £2.20 for a human and 40p for a dog, no matter what their size, so I reckon that’s quite a bargain!
By the time we had walked up, you guessed it, yet another hill to the car park, the sky was looking very grey with odd bits of sun streaking through. But it didn’t rain on us.
Are you waiting for the pasty?? Good things come to those that wait.. we popped into The Hub at Deerpark where dad had a beer and mum had a gin and I had about four sticks of tripe! Yummy yummy in my tummy. Then it was back to the cabin where dad donned his chef hat and created pasty and beans.
Right.. are you ready for this? Tuck in!
After licking the plates, it’s a tough life being a dog, I was completely worn out and flaked out on my bed.