A Google Earth picture of the entrance,from 1572 feet high,its low tide,so all the boats are aground.
Known as a painters haven,its easy to see why.
This is no place to be on a dark stormy night,with massive tides,navigation excellence is not an option.
The entrance to the small harbour is tight,it can be really rough,when winter storms arrive they can lower large squares of timber into grooves in the harbour entrance,one on top of the other,they then keep the sea from samshing the inside of the harbour.
This is Chris,a life long resident of Polperro,he is the local harbourmaster,he also painted the painting below this photograph.
This was the place of dreams when I was a lad,its always had the fishing boats but the same men were also said to be smuglers too,the mind ran riot with ideas,its a nice quaint place with real cornish pasties made right there in the shop you buy them from,produced in the long curved shape they are, so that the miners could eat the insides without getting their hands touching the food,tin is a poisen,they must have learnt this the hard way.
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