So this time I can’t believe that it’s over a month since we last spoke to you !!

God forbid you might think it be because there’s been no news – we’ve just had too much fun enjoying the news instead of writing about it……….. is that a terrible confession in these hedonistic social media days??

I think I mentioned that we’ve moved on from holidaymakers through Uni. grauantes and now into semi-autumnal days of moody music; bright and chilly sunshine and fabulous shows from the weather fronts passing through – be it jaw-dropping sunrises or furious storms bringing waves and windsurfers onto our very own Gyllygvase Beach…..

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And oh-so-quickly the bubbles, BBQ’s and flipflops have been replaced by pumpkins and jumpers, wellies and log fires……for someone who has lived in the tropics for most of her life – I am still astounded by the changes in season.

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Here at Falmouth Lodge Backpackers we’ve enjoyed three small but amazing music festivals – all well within an hour’s drive of our front door, and each with is individual character. Tropical Pressure over on the north coast just outside Porthtowan; Healy’s Cider Festival near Truro and ultimately (and probably our favourite – tho’ we’d go to all three again in a heartbeat) Henry’s Little Big Gig on the outskirts of the Lizard village and just a stones throw from that beautiful most southerly tip of England.

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Each had their own eclectic mix of new as well as locally known artists and all with a fair few surprises to make us kick up our heels – whether we had toes in the grass or boots in the mire……. Polly Money; Kezia; Reef; The Hoodle; Hollie Rogers; Company B and Mad Dog Mcrea are just some of the names we enjoyed……..

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Once again Falmouth shows itself to be so well located in relation to all these festival opportunities.

Actually we shouldn’t forget our very own Falmouth Oyster Festival – celebrating its 20th birthday with music almost as good as the oysters and champagne!

And last but not least the Falmouth Beer Festival – which although is literally 20 metres from our door – produces pictures far less pretty  – with the exception of our beloved Betty of course!!

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