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Jul. 17th, 2010 03:56 pmAnnual trip to Falmouth with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
birdsflying and jamjar.
Got off train, proceeded to collapse into bed with migraine. Wo0t. While Meg and jen went looking for bread, loo paper and tea.
The week is sort of a blur of gardens, bits of beach and eating. (seriously, Falmouth has way too much good food.)
Gardens : Lost Gardens of Heligan - kept tripping over German tourists, and got full-body heat rash in the jungle bit - turns out the sign language for 'fell into nettles' is universal - had gloriously stodgy food in the restaurant (homity pie, steak and kidney pie and pork chops wrapped in bacon topped off by full veg. mmph.). Trelissick, mostly memorable for the ferry ride there and Glendurgan (has a maze). Hunting and seeking National Trust fudge in gift shops.
Attempted the beach post-brekkies at Gylly Beach cafe, but it wasn't very sunny so a tad cold. Two dips in the water resulted in me not being able to feel my feet for half an hour afterwards (seriously, white). Though we returned to toddle around the rock pools on wednesday. Went round outside of Pendennis castle but the only bit we went in was when we collapsed in the tea room and then went into the gift shop to poke cds, chutney and now I have a penny whistle. FEAR ME. Oh, and Meg and me spent part of sunday evening post-barbecue at Gylly beach listening to a rather decent band headed by Marco Spieza.
Fell into various surf shops. It happens. The haul from those is a miniskirt, a wallet, a belt and new flip-flops.
Food - aside from Heligan and Gylly Beach, there was Olivers, where we felt we ought to hang a 'do not disturb' sign on Jen as her communion with the pannacotta looked a tad ...private. Plus whole stuffed plaice, lavender duck breast, posh chicken kiev and devilled sardines. oh, and dark chocolate liqueur in one's coffee to die for. Besieged the 1950s surf-themed diner for brekkies a couple of times, attacked several tea rooms with prejudice, and ended up at a bare bones seafood restaurant that's only open 3 evenings a week when it turned out Harbour View, a place of fab food and ridiculously pretty waiters was closed for dinner due to 'issues'. (we're wavering between firings, the kitchen being on fire or something similar) Anyway. 1 and a half kilos of mussels, a large loaf of bread, prawns, skinny fries and a few mango sorbets later, destruction was achieved. Also there was Roskilly's ice cream a couple of times, but it was reasoned since we'd often been walking when getting said ice cream, it didn;t count.
birdsflying and jamjar.Got off train, proceeded to collapse into bed with migraine. Wo0t. While Meg and jen went looking for bread, loo paper and tea.
The week is sort of a blur of gardens, bits of beach and eating. (seriously, Falmouth has way too much good food.)
Gardens : Lost Gardens of Heligan - kept tripping over German tourists, and got full-body heat rash in the jungle bit - turns out the sign language for 'fell into nettles' is universal - had gloriously stodgy food in the restaurant (homity pie, steak and kidney pie and pork chops wrapped in bacon topped off by full veg. mmph.). Trelissick, mostly memorable for the ferry ride there and Glendurgan (has a maze). Hunting and seeking National Trust fudge in gift shops.
Attempted the beach post-brekkies at Gylly Beach cafe, but it wasn't very sunny so a tad cold. Two dips in the water resulted in me not being able to feel my feet for half an hour afterwards (seriously, white). Though we returned to toddle around the rock pools on wednesday. Went round outside of Pendennis castle but the only bit we went in was when we collapsed in the tea room and then went into the gift shop to poke cds, chutney and now I have a penny whistle. FEAR ME. Oh, and Meg and me spent part of sunday evening post-barbecue at Gylly beach listening to a rather decent band headed by Marco Spieza.
Fell into various surf shops. It happens. The haul from those is a miniskirt, a wallet, a belt and new flip-flops.
Food - aside from Heligan and Gylly Beach, there was Olivers, where we felt we ought to hang a 'do not disturb' sign on Jen as her communion with the pannacotta looked a tad ...private. Plus whole stuffed plaice, lavender duck breast, posh chicken kiev and devilled sardines. oh, and dark chocolate liqueur in one's coffee to die for. Besieged the 1950s surf-themed diner for brekkies a couple of times, attacked several tea rooms with prejudice, and ended up at a bare bones seafood restaurant that's only open 3 evenings a week when it turned out Harbour View, a place of fab food and ridiculously pretty waiters was closed for dinner due to 'issues'. (we're wavering between firings, the kitchen being on fire or something similar) Anyway. 1 and a half kilos of mussels, a large loaf of bread, prawns, skinny fries and a few mango sorbets later, destruction was achieved. Also there was Roskilly's ice cream a couple of times, but it was reasoned since we'd often been walking when getting said ice cream, it didn;t count.
