Then off to nearby Plaidy.
Many homes for sale here and many older weather-board originals from the 1930s now worth 500,000 pounds.
Then I stumbled upon this Vincent.
Upon hearing the bass throb of the Harley, the owner Garth came out for a chat.
He's a retired 'Bobby'.
Garth got me some cold orange juice and we spent the next hour chatting.
They like a chat here!
They seem to always have time to chat and I respect that.
Maybe that's one thing that's lacking in so many modern, frantic, 'gotta get this done now' cultures of today.
Well, Garth's Vincent is quite colourful.
He told me why.
Being a Bobby, he has seen so many road accidents involving cars and bikes where the driver claimed 'not to have seen' the motorbike.
He determined never to be in a situation where his road bike is not visible.
And the Vincent bit?
A few years ago he got a message that he'd inherited a Vincent.
His eyes lit up.
But the Vincent was in many parts in a box and too many parts were missing so he sold the box and its contents.
In sympathy his son put a Vincent sticker on the tank of his father's Honda!
No names, no locations but I was introduced to this collection of bikes.
The pic doesn't include the entire collection, such as the two more Goldwings!
Feeling peckish, so back to Looe central for lunch.
I've devoured only two Cornish pasties here but have been warned five times about the gulls who, allegedly, swoop down and steal an entire pasty from the unwary.
It hasn't happened to me and I haven't seen it happen, so I'm beginning to think this is a local myth. They are huge birds though!
Apparently today was hot, so hundreds fled to the beach.
Some of the sights are not worthy of sharing here !!
But so much white, bare, tattooed skin rapidly turning pink then red.