OUR HOLIDAY IN CORNWALL 8x 



do our old cathedrals stand up as models for our 

 architects. 



Our route to Falmouth was to be by water from 

 Truro the boats can only come up to Truro at 

 high tide so we had to drive down by the 

 river-side to Malpas. There we boarded the little 

 steamer, The Queen of the Fal, and we passed 

 down the Fal on a glorious day (as all our days 

 have hitherto been), through the most enchanting 

 woodland scenery that one could desire : a broad, 

 bright blue-green river, in which were reflected 

 the banks and foliage-clad hills. Tregothnan, the 

 noble seat of Lord Falmouth, presents a picture 

 of fairy-like grandeur, as we catch a glimpse of 

 it on an eminence above as we pass down the 

 river. It is a custom to compare all fine river 

 scenery with the Thames at Clieveden, but the Fal, 

 especially that bend of it called the King Harry 

 Passage, can hardly be surpassed for wood-clad 

 scenery by any river in the world. 



On this enchanted fairy-boat (not particularly 

 clean or fairy-like) we glide into the Bay of Fal- 

 mouth. " There," as Mr. Norway says, " bursts sud- 

 denly upon the sight a wide, green land-locked sea." 



Yonder, as we pass into the harbour, the object 

 of most interest just now, lies the unfortunate 

 steamer Paris, having her inside pumped out 

 previous to going into dock. Falmouth looks 

 down, on its northern side, on this land-locked 

 sea, on the opposite side of which lies the village 

 of Flushing. 



