We achieved an ambition during the Fal River Festival: to walk around the Fal. Thanks to those helpful chappies and their ferries, we were able to walk around the Carrick Roads, bridging the creeks and rivers by boat. Or, we would have done if we had actually done the whole walk but it did seem awfully silly to drive all the way to Falmouth only to walk back on paths we have walked many times, past our own house. We therefore joined it from home at a sensible time to catch the next ferry.It was a great walk - the full distance being 15 miles - which was conducted by some as though it were actually a race. One giant went past at a run, in his heavy walking boots, while others passed and re-passed each other with barely a grunt of recognition. This was more endurance, rather than social, event.
The moral of this picture, which appeared in the West Briton, is 'do not make silly gestures in the hope that the photographer will not use the image, particularly when the picture editor knows your name.' Keen observers will notice that Mrs G is the statutory couple of paces behind, far too embarrassed to admit any connections with the idiot in front.
