A Trip to Fowey, Bodinnick, and Daphne du Maurier
You must read Rebecca, you really should. I first read it years ago and loved it then. I loved it again this time and Jonathan couldn't put it down. It's a remarkable piece of fiction, a novel of a time and place that's both mysterious and yet easy to fall into; it pulls you deeply into a world that's both foreign and yet strangely familiar. As we read the novel, both with Kindles in hand, we were sat outside looking out over the home where she wrote this tale and looking out over the beautiful River Fowey running out to the English Channel.
|The house just below with the blue shutters is where Daphne du Maurier wrote the book, Rebecca.|
Bodinnick is very tiny, there's not a lot there except for the Old Ferry Inn and just across the lane, a very cool little library contained within an old, red British phone booth. Oh, how my librarian heart swooned!
So we read, drank wonderful ales, and ate delicious food in the sun made by the rather interesting Frenchman. And of course we explored the area. We took the cute little ferry across the river, about two pounds each to cross, and wandered about the beautiful old town of Fowey in South Cornwall. Fowey has been in existence since about 1300 and so you can imagine the history and buildings were fantastic to explore. It's a lovely place situated on the River Fowey, an estuary leading out to the English Channel in Southern Cornwall.
|The mouth of the river leading into the English Channel in South Cornwall.|
|I want to live in a place called Baggywrinkle, I don't know why!|
Along the way we stumbled upon the actress/comedienne Dawn French's home called Neptune's Point, and even came across a strange little bus stop shrine dedicated to Elvis. You just never know...
And to wrap it all up, at least for now, I leave you with the notion that England is a funny place, where history and zaniness come together in an interestingly jumbled up sort of way that's hard to find anywhere else in this world. I love this place, England.