Jolly Ol' England

Today we tendered into Falmouth, England for the day. That means that we went from a really big ship to a tiny lifeboat to get to shore. And on very rough seas, I might add. Anyway, Falmouth is in Cornwall, which is the far southwestern tip of the country. In fact they have an area called Land’s End because the land really does end there. And if you look at the shops around the area most of them are named “The First and The Last” whatever – store, restaurant, shop, etc. We were supposed to meet a friend of Karl’s here, but at the last minute he had to cancel and all the tours were sold out, so we decided to spend the day walking around the town. It is a very nice little harbor town with small streets and a LOT of pasty shops. Now don’t go pronouncing it as pastie with a long a sound. It’s pasty with a short a sound – past-tee. It is like a turnover filled with meat, onions, cheese, turnips and other things, depending on your desire. Then you can pick it up in your hands and eat as you walk. It was created by the miners of Cornwall so that they could eat their lunch in the mines. Falmouth really came into it’s hayday when smuggler’s used the harbor for their comings and goings. It became a rather lucrative business. Also, if you are familiar with the name of Admiral Nelson, Falmouth was the first place to hear of his death and the victory at Trafalgar in 1805. Even before the government of England knew.