My Trip to Looe
My Trip to Looe
Looe is a small coastal town and fishing port in the South-east Cornwall and to
the west of Saltash, the town I live with my friend at the moment. Because tomorrow is my friend’s grandma’s eighty’s birthday, my friend and I decided to head for Looe for a day out before the weather becomes nasty again.
We were dropped off at the entrance of the walking path located in West Looe. The air smelled salty and wet thanks to the sea coast on our left side. The path
was muddy and slippery. My friend and I all had our water-proof coats and walking boots on, still our hair soon became wet because of the wind blown from the seaside. It was unusually quiet except for the sound of seawaves and the chirping
birds in the bushes and woods.
We followed the path route on the map, heading westwards until the path stopped.
At this time another road appeared to lead us northwards. The roaring sea was soon replaced by farmlands on which herds of sheep, cows, and horses reside. Although it is still winter, the evergreen bushes, grass, and yellow winter blossomsmade the scenery look rather cheerful.
Due to the nonstop rain during the past few days some fields we walked through were extremely muddy. At one point the path became puddles and my friend had to give me a piggyback, since my worn-out shoes ceased to be fully water-proof. I flushed on his back because there were two pair of old couples right behind us. They looked at us and teased my friend by calling him “a nice young gentleman.”
I wished I had spotted them earlier. We could have waited.
Anyway soon the walking path led us to a piece of woodland which was both my friend and my favourite. The air in the woodland smelled fresh and humid. The thick
dead leaves became soggy because of rainwater and smelled like bottle green moss. We stopped at a bench on the way. It was very quiet in the wood. At out feet
two clouds of brown fungus were growing cheerfully on a dead tree branch. They were obviously not edible plants. But I did think they looked rather pretty.
After the woodland we walked along the bank of the river to end our trip. On the
two sides of the river there were too outrageously huge pay-and-display car parks, which just showed how popular this place was in summer. Although Looe is a small town, the secluded valley, the beach, the English Channel and the beautiful
sea island make it a popular summer resort for holiday-goers. But I think I prefer this place in winter. The woodlands and valleys, because of want of people,
return to its almost medieval look, quiet and undisturbed, at this time of the year. It’s just what I want.
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