Falmouth - a blah day. telling it as it was for me.

I am at the point, where I am just filling my days, waiting to go home. I am homesick. Joe is feeling the same. He misses our barbeque. And our salmon steaks that we cook. And I want to walk in the mornings.. not easy to do here.. there are no footpaths. and to walk along the road is really taking your life into someone else's hands with the way the ratbags drive here. And if there are foot paths, it is raining. It is raining as I type this. And the wind blows, whistling around the cottage. It is not that cold though.. about the same as it gets in Katoomba during winter. I am missing the sun and I am missing summer [never, ever thought I would say that] - I am missing salads and peaches and nectarines. I am missing the smell of eucalypts deep in the valley on my bush walks.

We both know that the decision to have such a long time away was in a way, wrong. But here we are.. so we make the best of it. Obviously, there is a reason why I am here, so will go with that thought for now. I am actually looking forward to our few days in London, before we leave.

today, we visited Falmouth..

to tell the truth, I wasn't impressed. the town is dingy and dirty. It reminded me a little of Bondi when I was a child. Large old homes, past their prime, allowed to fall in to disrepair, paint chipping, wood rotting. It seems tired.

same shops as anywhere else.. but i did find a shop that sold Doc Martens... lots of colours. Joe talked me into buying a purple pair. It took him awhile to persuade me, really. I kicked my toe last night, it is swollen and purple and the last thing I wanted to do was try a pair of boots on.. but I did and it hurt.

I tried to buy some Bach flower remedies for homesickness but there seem to be no flower essence practitioners here to make me up some walnut and mimulus.. and it is pointless me buying them to make my own. So I will have to look again tomorrow. I thought that Cornwall being the magickal place that it is, would have alot of alternative therapists and such but not so.

we found a gorgeous little coffee shop called 'Dollys' -  for lunch. This was actually recommended by Amanda, the woman whom we met at St. Mawes, a day or two ago. And I am glad that we took her advice.. it was delightful. We sat amidst gorgeous vintage bits while we ate our lunch..

Decorated for Christmas...

so all in all, today was a bit blah. rain is forecast for the next week. Wild and woolly they are saying. ho. hum