A soft blue blanket hung limblessly over the star strewn sky. The moon staring down on Falmouth, winking occasionally to the scattered people way down below. The brightly blue sky and sea reflect the smiling moon’s face. Boats litter the tranquil sea as the lingering people wait upon the boats. The squawking seagulls scan the grounds for a late night snack. People dawdling through the coloured town. The bright colours burst to life. Sweet smells of freshly baked pasties coming from Rowes’ as people walk past the shop. Dogs barking excitedly, waiting for something to happen.
Suddenly the Tall Ships swarm into the sheltering harbour, a loud cheer comes from the crowd, dogs barking enthralled as the ships come closer. The intense colours of bunting hung across the ships as they stood tall over Falmouth. Startlingly, the fireworks erupted with colour and noise. It flared up the night sky. It was soon over though. Many people stayed a while after, others went home for an early night. Laughter and chatter filled the streets once more. The subject stayed long after the Tall Ships had arrived.
A soft blanket hung limblessly over the star strewn sky.
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