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Age 6 to 8

‘Diary Entry’ by Sophie, Age 8 Years

Dear Diary,
I woke up and I was so excited. I went down stairs to eat my breakfast and when I had finished, I went to meet up with my friends. Me Ceri, Jessie and Abby all went down to Falmouth harbour. As we all walked along we saw all the amazing tall ships getting ready for the show.

The tall ships and small ships were stunning and the fireworks were exploding across the moonlit sky. All of this was very exciting; I could not take my eyes off it for one second. It was the best thing I had ever seen because of the bursting colours and joyful sounds of the sea shanties and sails.

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Sailor’s Tale’ by Charlotte, Age 11Years

I was walking home from work early this evening, shattered from a long day’s work, when I heard my friend yelling my name. I went over to see what all the commotion was about and it turned out the sailors were coming home. I would finally get to see my husband! All of the loneliness and despair had left my heart immediately and instead there was love, peace and joy.
I ran down to the harbour with my friend dying to see a glimpse of him and excited to meet our loved ones. As well as everyone else we were cheering and screaming. For months they had been gone. We didn’t know if they were dead, if they were sick or even if they were perfectly well. The fact that we hadn’t got a letter saying any of that and the ships were coming in meant they were safe. Me and my friend agreed with each other we would go to see our husbands and loved ones. We would go home get our life savings, then go out and celebrate all night. We would go to a fancy restaurant, sing sea shanties at the harbour and this was the best night of our lives.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall Ships’ by Sam, Age 11Years

One night, at quarter to twelve, The Tall Ships came in. Fireworks exploded and laughter filled the air. People were pushing and pulling to get a good view. Fishermen were selling fish and shellfish behind their stalls, calling their wares. The ships were in all different colours but my eye was fixed upon one great oak ship with a figurehead of quartz. Her masts blue, her hull yellow, she wore all the countries upon her sail, her decks filled with happy sailors singing sea shanties. She was beautiful, she sailed agilely across the water.

All my sadness of my brother at sea drained out of me, knowing he was safe. I was filled with joy and happiness, now knowing peace was around me. Then I saw a lovely sight; I saw a boy, probably no older than eleven playing the accordion and he was the heart of the music. Without thinking I began to dance and cheer; I felt a great weightlessness in myself. I felt proud to be here, still the fireworks went off and by now it was 1:15 am and I was exhausted, so I went home.
I had a great night.

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Tall Ships’ by Luke, Age 11Years

As I slowly got out of bed I could hear a banging noise coming from somewhere nearby. When I looked out of the window I saw a parade walking down to the harbour. To my amazement, there were hundreds of people crowding around the harbour, lots of tall ships and rows of flowers. I could not wait to go and join in with celebrating the tall ships arrival, I really wanted to go and see all the astonishing sites.

After I got out of bed, my mum gave me some toast and I headed outside to join in celebrating. As soon as I stepped out of my door I was blown away by the amount of coloured ships sailing towards the town’s estuary. I took a few more steps along the edge of the harbour mesmerised by all the beautiful flowers gently swaying in the summer breeze. After a while I started to get a bit hungry and tired so I bought a sandwich and sat and watched the band play energetic sea shanties which woke me up so I could carry on celebrating. A few seconds later hundreds of fireworks lit up the sky with vibrant colours. Suddenly there was nothing around so I closed my eyes and when I opened them I was in my bed with a picture in front of me, that’s when I realised it was just a dream. But not just any dream, a dream to remember.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Dear Diary’ by James, Age 9 Years

Dear diary,
Yesterday morning I raced down stairs and ate my breakfast as fast as I could. I put my shoes on and off I went down the hills to my friend Ceri’s house. She was already waiting for me; we were walking down to the docks when I heard seagulls squawking.

We walked down to the harbour. I saw the tall ships coming in, the closer they got I could see the bright colours of the masts and hear the crew singing sea shanties. As I listened I could smell the wonderful smell of pasties wafting from the bakery; it made me hungry. We walked into the bakery and bought two large pasties. I took one bite, it was… SPECTACULAR; mouth watering joy. They were the best pasties ever.