Okay, you’re going to Fowey. Fine. You want to see Dawn French without being the weirdo who asks for a selfie.
Dawn French admits she had to go on tour to afford her £3 million Fowey
Here’s the secret: go to the pubs. She likes the Galleon Inn for lunch. She’s also a fan of the Old Quay House for a cream tea. (Clotted cream first, jam on top—Cornish rules.)
Or better yet, walk the Hall Walk, a stunning coastal path that loops around the Fowey estuary. You might bump into her walking her dog. Yes, she has a dog. A scruffy little thing that looks like it owns the place.
If you do see her, just smile. Say “hi.” Don’t ask her to do the “French and Saunders” wiggle. She gets that a lot.
But Does She Actually Like Living There?
Oh, absolutely. In interviews, she’s called Cornwall her “emotional home.” She loves the weather—even when it’s gray and drizzly. She loves the pasty shops. She loves that people leave her alone.
One time, she said the best thing about living in Fowey is that “nobody cares who you are.” You can be a famous comedian, or you can be Dave from the chip shop. Everyone gets treated the same.
And that’s the dream, isn’t it? To live somewhere where celebrity melts into the background. Where the biggest drama is whether the tide is too low for the ferry.
Dawn French has found her tranquil, funny, pasty-filled paradise. And honestly? Good for her.
Now go book a trip to Fowey. Just don’t be surprised if you see a woman in a striped shirt, laughing at a seagull, looking utterly at peace.
