As we approached the sea, or more strictly speaking the river that divides East and West Looe, we suddenly noticed that there was a very strong and cold south easterly wind blowing. Why this surprised us, I don’t really know. After all it was just the same earlier in Mevagissey, but now the wind seemed to be even stronger and much more menacing. During our walk we’d been sheltered, firstly by tall trees and then the cottages, but now as it blew in off the sea and funnelled up the river we were fully exposed to the full force of the strong wind. No matter, it was the last day of our holiday and we weren’t about to let a bit of wind spoil it. I’d promised Emm a boat trip, which so far we hadn’t managed, and before us was a boat trip opportunity not to be missed. So without hesitation I decided to treat her to a mini boat cruise and at the same time save our weary legs from having to walk further up river and cross the bridge into East Looe.