A Week in Falmouth
By Unknown 00:10 cornwall, falmouth, holiday, photography
Cornwall has always had a special place in my heart. I've been going there with my family ever since I was a very tiny baby - there are pictures of me lying on a picnic blanket absolutely screaming because I got sand in my eyes. For years we went to Padstow; my great uncle's family had owned two flats there for many generations and I spent many summers in the flat above the estate agents and next to the fudge shop. However, Padstow has become a very popular holiday destination over the last couple of decades, which makes actually going there pretty awful, mostly for my parents. Parking is impossible, it's too busy to do anything and (what a first world problem) there's little in the way of internet connection or TV coverage.
For those reasons we haven't gone for a couple of years (last year we went to Le Touquet on the northern French coast instead). This year, we really needed a holiday but going abroad wasn't an option. Cornwall popped up again. We were lucky enough to find a holiday apartment in Falmouth, right on the water (literally, I can hear little lapping waves out of my window as I write this). Falmouth is also close to where my dad's oldest friend lives with her family, so this trip ensured we would see them again.
The drive down wasn't fun (speed restrictions and traffic, joy). I hate long car journeys because my dad's driving makes me anxious and longer in the car makes me more convinced that he'll get us into an accident! Great daughter over here. Padstow was always a good five hours and Falmouth was a couple more. Eventually we arrived and found ourselves in the most delightful little apartment. I didn't take any pictures of the apartment, unfortunately, but it consists of three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a lovely little kitchen with every baking utensil I could ever dream of, and the loveliest paintings hung in all the rooms. Exactly what we needed.
