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Falmouth, Cornwall, England
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Falmouth, Corwall, England, September 11
It is our last day of the whole cruise/cruises
and, of course, the weather forecast is for some rain. So we had to take the
umbrella again. However, it started out sunnier and warmer than usual, so Daryl
skipped taking her jacket. We were signed up for a 5 hour trip to St. Ives, an
artists' colony on the Atlantic coast of Cornwall. Our guide was a transplanted
German, who had lived in Cornwall for 30 years, but still gave tours in German
so retained his accent. We drove through Falmouth (very attractive) and a number
of small towns, with the guide, Joon, pointing out the various steam engines
that were used to pull water out of the many tin mines in Cornwall. Apparently,
if you buy a house, you need to have a search to make sure there are no mine
shafts under it as some homes have simply disappeared into the ground.
St. Ives was very busy. It is a small coastal village with narrow streets so
tour buses and cars must park at a municipal lot on top of the hill
and everyone takes local small shuttle buses down to the harbor area. We walked
past the Tate Museum and along the small curving streets to see a church (now
artists' co-op) and then into the more commercial area, with lots of shops,
cafes and galleries. There was a music festival all week so there were lots of
visitors in town and the streets were busy. We walked around for an hour, had a
rushed Cornish pasty lunch, and met back at the shuttle stop. By then, it was
breezy and chilly and Daryl regretted not having a jacket. We drove back to the
port along narrow, winding roads and got back to find that, again, we were the
last to arrive. They had reduced the tender service to one and we got in line
behind a couple other busloads of passengers. Daryl talked to the volunteers who
greet cruise passengers and one of the men who run the port. They had thought
that we were going to dock, apparently that had been the plan and everyone was
excited to see a larger ship docking. However, the captain decided it was too
iffy with the tides being fickle, so we tendered in. We were among the last 25
aboard the ship, and obviously we were late leaving again.
We met Bob and Jean for drinks in Horizons and they decided to eat later with us at Toscana, so we asked Camillo to change us to a table for 4 and had a pleasant evening talking and drinking our last bottle of wine. We had done most of our packing before meeting for drinks, so were able to put our bags out before 10:30pm. It was sad to think we were going to leave our lovely cabin and Slava, our cabin steward. We will have the one next door next Spring, but Slava and Anton are transferring to Riviera, so we will see someone new.
Well, until next time.......
