Saturday promised to be a glorious sunny day and we had planned to head to a beach for a spot of boating, crabbing and exploring, but talk of a display by the Red Arrows over Falmouth changed our minds. It was windy on the harbour but we found a gem of a cafe with a sheltered terrace and started the day with brunch in the sunshine. The town offers a mix of high street chains and local boutiques, restaurants and cafes designed to attract the trendy sailing and surfing clientele, so it was really nice to amble along the long main street, popping in the odd shop and ice cream parlour.
The area outside the 350 year old Chain Locker pub offered a great view of the harbour and was packed with people enjoying a pint and waiting for the air display. It would have been rude not to join them! Ferb made friends with quite a few thirsty dogs over the water bowl (imagine the germs and drool!). We wanted a slightly better view of the Red Arrows so moved just before 3.30pm to the end of the quay and waited with necks craned to the sky and cameras at the ready. The display was to mark the end of the Pendennis Cup (sailing competition for all you landlubbers) and the best views would have been from the other side of the headland. Nic tried to tell me this but I chose to ignore him. However, they flew over us and over the harbour enough times to keep us happy and the display lasted for almost half an hour. My pictures are OK but I shared a post on Facebook from another photographer whose images were stunning.
Falmouth was gridlocked after the display, with people leaving the harbour and beaches. We joined the queues and crawled out of town, passing some beautiful beaches including one called Swanpool which definitely warrants a return visit. We headed to Durgan, a tiny village with National Trust properties and a permanent population of just 10 people! We spent a pleasant hour there, watching the kids scramble across the rocks and Ferb running ecstatically in and out of the water. The highlight for me was a short stroll along the cliff path to get a better view of the village and coming across some white calla lilies.
We got to Port Navas just as the Yacht Club bar opened and decided to stop a while and enjoy the early evening sunshine and a spot of crabbing. It seemed a million miles away from the bustling Falmouth harbour.