Swan Pool

Feeling very fit and pleased with myself for walking at least five miles today, in and around Falmouth, and all the way to Swanpool and back. In between rain and sullen clouds, the sun came out, and I set off. It's a beautiful coastal path walk from Gylly beach, round the coast to Swanpool beach, and the Swan Pool itself. Went slightly the wrong way and had a meander round the cemetery, which was fine. As an angst-ridden teenager, my friends and I, sometimes in a group and sometimes on our own, would sit and moan about life in the cemetery at West Kirby. I don't find them creepy places, just very peaceful and good places to have a think. Or compose a story. As I walked past the pool on my way back, and glimpsed a swan in the shallows, on the ground I saw a leaf fallen in the shape of a swan. A little coincidence, but very pleasing.

I had gone to call on friends, who fortunately were in, and very kindly welcomed me with a cup of tea and some Christmas cake, which I felt justified in eating after my arduous hike. Very nice, lovely and sweet. The marzipan was an unusual recipe, made with oat flour rather than almond flour, but it was really good. And I was given a second slice without even asking! My friends are an older couple who are very kind and good people, and have helped make me very welcome in Falmouth.

I've been trying to write a sketch for ages now, to send to DumbFunded, set up by some of my fellow students for a comedy showcase they're putting on here in Falmouth, so far I've failed miserably to find anything funny or interesting. I think I'm just not funny. The idea is for it to have a sense of place, and where I used to live, Birkenhead, seemed to be somewhere I could write a lot about, being the kind of place where pyjama clad women may be seen in middle of the town centre on a January day, and where I was once woken at 3am by three drunken milkmen outside my front door... I'll keep trying.

Housemates okay, may be me being over sensitive, but when and if the moment comes, I'll perhaps just drop in casually about things. I think I could worry too much about this. Much better to think instead about things like the rainbow I saw over the harbour this morning. Some things are more important.