I would say that we were all feeling a bit melodramatic when tears fell. It was the end of university and after spending three years on the beaches of Cornwall within a bubble of pure delight/beauty/trauma/scraggy jumpers/all night parties/lots of loving and HAPPINESS – we left. We left each other just as quickly as we found each other on First buses, horrendously fantastic nights at Remedies, on trampolines, beaches and down side streets. Tea on the doorstep, Beach BBQs, glitter, surfing (fail), BOOGIE WOOGIES, CLIPPER CAFE, Arts Centre…, pasties a tick away. Ben Howard is from Devon and is my old housemate’s friend (lovely boys – predominantly (add emoticon of choice…:-P)). And actually, listening to him now, he does make you cry a little bit. Ahem…ha (?!). (True)
LOVE TO THE FALMOUTH FRIENDS
