Falmouth Friday

It was an early start on a foggy day to catch a local ferry to St Mawes, a glorious little seaside village across the water from Falmouth town. The sun burned off the fog and soon the sky was clear blue.

We walked up steep lanes to the small church for a moment's quiet and peace. Then dropped into the church hall where there is a permanent charity sale, and bought a couple of green glasses and a swimming towel.

About 140 steep steps later we arrived at the Lamorran House Garden, a subtropical paradise of palms, bamboos and tree ferns.
We spent hours wandering through this green shaded place, which had unexpected vistas of what looked uncannily like the Med, scattered with yachts.

After a lazy walk through the village, it was time for an ice cream and a ferry back to town. Then a wander through Falmouth's charity shops and a stop at Musto to buy a new coat and sailing gloves for Nic. We feel very relaxed now.

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