Falmouth (Day 3)

This morning John opened the sliding roof above our bed, the sun bathed us in the new light of the day.

Whilst we ate a late breakfast a collection of families jogged by, the children easily out pacing the adults amongst a tangle of dog leads.

We decided to stay local today walking down to the town past the dockyard where a few naval vessels were berthed. The town was alive with visitors, but the usual hustle and bustle of a bank holiday weekend was missing.

We'd promised ourselves fish and chips for lunch, and after walking the length of the town stopped to eat them at the Prince of Wales pier, where the passenger ferries arrive from nearby Flushing and St. Mawes. A gull shuffled back and forth as we ate, not canny enough to catch us unawares. The sun played hide and seek, and a cool wind blew.

Nearby a busker softly played classical Spanish music on his guitar. We were enjoying the mellow sound so much we stayed for a while to listen, showing our appreciation before we left.

In Church Street we stopped to take a look in a shop called Cream, which specialised in homewares replicating Cornwall's coastal heritage. We saw many items that we thought would look good in our new home, especially a large and very expensive mirror!

As we left the town, we took a look at the Killigrew monument erected in 1738.

Just along the road from the monument a gull had built its nest on the sloping roof of a terraced house. It seemed more than happy, but we weren't so sure about the location. By the time we'd returned to Marge the sun was hot and we rested for a while before walking once again to Pendennis point, where we sat admiring the view and enjoying a video call with the family who we will meet in Poole on Wednesday.

A further walk around the point took us by an old ruin which looked across the mouth of the river Fal towards the castle at St. Mawes.

Back at the van, our faces burning from the warm afternoon sun, we loosely planned the next few days. Poole Wednesday, but before that we were not decided yet. As the saying goes, ' tell god your plans and he will laugh at you, because he knows you are unlikely to stick to them!'.