A perfect place to live

Tuesday the 5th June was the holiday day for the Queens Diamond Jubilee, but more importantly it was the young mans birthday.  However our plans for the day were thwarted by the torrential rain that we awoke to - so plan B was to go to Truro.  We took shelter in the Cathedral which has a surprising link to where we live in South Yorkshire.  

 The architect for the cathedral was John Pearson, who had also designed Wentworth Church in the next village to us.  He designed Wentworth New Church before heading south to design this Gothic Revival Cathedral in 1877.  Most people are surprised to find that the cathedral is Victorian as it looks much older.

 Although Wentworth Church (featured many times previously in my blog) is smaller, there are many similarities.

 Anyway, once back outside, we discovered that the day had completely changed (as it has a tendency to do in Cornwall!) and the blue skies were back, so we consulted the map and decided to head down to Flushing.  Flushing is my newest favourite place on earth.

 It was named Flushing by the Dutch engineers who came from Flushing in the Netherlands to build the Quays here.  It sits on the banks of the river Fal, directly across from Falmouth.

 The houses - small and large - have such  history related to the seafaring activities of their previous occupants.

 The village had come together to celebrate the Jubilee and each house had decorated .  We loved this painting on one house of the Queen and one of the corgi's surfing.

 We explored further to the end of the village and found a couple of beautiful and very empty beaches.

 There are some stunning huge houses along here.  These were built for the captains of the the Falmouth Packet Ships and are very grand.

 We spent time beach combing and skimming stones and generally exploring this fabulous little place.

 As it was the Jubilee holiday day, we were all wearing something with the Union Jack on.  Here am I in my fab Union Jack leggings (seen here rolled up to catch the rays)

 The main street through the village has houses painted in Neopolitan ice cream colours.

 All of the occupants of the village were at their gorgeous little street party.  It was lovely to see them all flocking to it carrying a tin or two of home made goodies.  The atmosphere was brilliant.

I fell in love with Flushing and would love to stay in a cottage here some time.