We walked along the coast, from Falmouth Harbour down to the town’s castle. Along the way we spotted a solitary bench overlooking the English Channel.
We planned to sit for just a few minutes to take in the view, but we got distracted. We watched a dog, perhaps the happiest dog in Falmouth, play fetch in the water. We ate our Cornish pasty we had picked up in town before our walk. We talked about how great it is to live by the sea.
It wasn’t sunny like it was the day before, but we cherished the light breeze from the sea and the near silence all around us. All except for the seagulls, of course. There wasn’t a moment in Falmouth when I didn’t hear seagulls. Even now I hear them.
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