38 Years before the Mast

Photo © Rob Jones

38 years…. where did the time go? It’s incomprehensible.

It was exciting. Off to Falmouth in Cornwall to train as a Radio Journalist. There were 19 of us, in what was a further education college. the only other graduates were the boat builders.

I got there in my first car - a barely roadworthy mini, and I lived almost on the quayside in a little studio flat that was sandwiched between two pubs.

Now it’s a posh hotel. And over the road is a Maritime Museum and a Rick Stein restaurant. The whole place is far more bustling than I remember it. Or maybe I was never in Falmouth in the Summer when it was busy.

Certainly busy now. And heaving with un-chained shops, atmospheric pubs and intriguing cafes and restaurants.

Life has turned full circle. I’m heading back. Probably living near to the quayside again. The FE college is now a university.

Photo © Rob Jones

I’ve always had regrets about my first time living in Cornwall. I was a poor student. I must have been living on my grant - the way things were done in those days. No spare cash. But even with all the potential spare time, I don’t think I really went to many places.

Not this time though. I have plans. Ideas. And many of them involve FOOD!

Watch this space.

RJ