From the Low tide,to the glass bottom boat,
To the fishing boats adrift in the mud ,waiting for the tide.
Rain comes down heavily,Wellington boots come out,the Cornish are out,
We complain of rain in August,but it does every year,and we just learn not.
So,Looe,that Jewel in the South coast of Cornwall,with its new sailing school,
Things have changed since I tried to sell slate crafts to the galleries and gift shops.
Yes,it’s still Looe,but it’s more a Zoo,and less of an animal sanctuary,
But the little girl in her Yellow Wellingtons splashing in the puddles worries not.
It’s a favoured holiday destiny for those from the North,it has amusements,kiss me quick hats,fudge,fish n chips,
Why,its not a bad old place,and I kind of like it ,it’s still not the place the real Cornish would call authentic,that’s Polperro.
But,us Cornish like to moan,as a friend from a different land once told me ,and he was right,