Fowey was our last Cornish stop before we headed home and it was an impromptu stop after realising were were so close by. We stayed in Fowey - pronounced to rhyme with joy - for a short break back in 2008. That time we'd stayed in the pub at the top of the town, The Safe Harbour and the breakfasts were phenomenal. When we checked in the landlady asked us if we wanted to join the Game Night being held that evening. Not quite sure what to expect, MOH and I looked at each other quizzically wondering how to respond. Thankfully at that point the landlady clarified the evening's entertainment and said it was food and produced a menu - phew! That was the night that I had my dinner in a plate sized Yorkshire pudding, delicious.
From that previous visit we knew not to take the car down into the town - it's a narrow road down, which narrows and winds further too. We parked in the car park and were rewarded with our first views of the estuary and Fowey's rooftops (it's a great place for rooftops!).
As we walked down into the town we passed cottages galore, some with cottage-shaped shadows, others with living walls but all contributing to the seaside town feel.
There were steps up to some of the cottages and steps around the corner of one pavement. And shops and cafes, we spent some time pottering around a few of those too - it's not every cafè that has its own boat.
Reaching the town we walked past St Fimbarrus church which is dedicated to St Finbar who passed through the town in the 6th century. The church was rebuilt in 1460 by the Earl of Warwick after being destroyed by French marauders.
Heading along the main street and past the Harbour Offices we headed up Custom House hill after deciding to explore a bit more of the town and its rooftops. I couldn't help but pause and admire these hoardings, so much more attractive than those painted black, grey, blue or green in London.
We found the path and headed up through the town and among the densely packed buildings admiring the ingenuity of the architecture and of course the rooftops. I have a bit of a thing for rooftops, in case you hadn't noticed already...
The path looped up, round and down until once again we found ourselves back at St Fimbarrus church, this time approaching it from an angle many visitors to the town probably won't see.
Reaching the harbour we decided there was no better setting for fish and chips, so that's exactly what we did. We sat with this view eating our fish and chips on our laps, while shooing off the way-too-friendly seagulls - you'd have thought they would've learnt we don't share chips from the Padstow seagulls.
Then it was time to head back up the steep hill to the car and head back to London.