Falmouth/St Mawes

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July 4th - 5th 2007

This is where mum and I go our seperate ways. Mum wants to go see where Princess Diana is layed to rest and I need to go to a friends wedding. A week long backpacking trip alone along the West Coast to lands end and back. I'm very excited and nervous. I have little butterflies in my belly doing spirals because this will be the first time I venture off on my own in a foreign country and while England isn't TOO foreign. It's a start and a good test to see if this is what I want to do for my future travels or not. We're up bright and early, packed and ready to go. The only plans I made was a seat on a greyhound coach and reservations at a cute little bed and breakfast. The rest I leave up to fate. My first destination is a town called Falmouth which is located just a short ferry ride from my friends wedding in St Mawes. According to my map it's very small and should be easy to navigate.

Falmouth is pretty and tiny. Only thing really happening here is the port, so there's nothing much interesting. I'm happy I'm only spending a short time here. Just long enough to take in the scenery and snap a few pictures. In the dining room I heard a conversation in french. It was pretty cool seeing as it's been so long since I heard people speak it and made me miss Montreal just a little.

Wedding day and it's raining hard. Lucky I'm prepared and have my waterproof coat. I made my way to the dock and caught a ferry to St Mawes and Lamoran Gardens is wayyyyy up a country hill that I thought would never end and to be honest I even started to get worried I was going in the wrong direction but then I saw Mario. It's been like, years since I've seen him and it was so strange walking up a dirt road in the UK and watching him get something out of the trunk of a car looking all spiffy in his black suit when I remember us usually ringing eachother's door bells back home in Montreal when we were much younger to see if we wanted to hang out after school. It was almost like I was in a dream and I'll remember that moment and how it felt for ever and I'm sure he will too because later he told me he felt the same way. Lamoran Gardens is beautiful. Full of trees, ferns, grass, cobble stone and canopies and of course flowers. It's just too bad I had to experience all of it from under an umbrella. The wedding was short and sweet with only a few close friends present and I was really happy to be one of those friends. I took a lot of pictures as did the other guests but as it turns out I'm the only one who knows how to work a camera so I turned into the official photographer.

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