Falmouth is somewhere I visited as a boy several times. I remember walking up and down it’s streets in the evening, yellow light spilling out into the road. I don’t really remember why my parents were keen to explore -I was too small to appreciate it – but I remember the feel of those roads. They felt welcoming.
No surprise then that Alex is having the time of his life down there and doesn’t want to leave.
Here’s an example of the kind of benevolent nut-case Alex is meeting. This guy sounds like like a blast:
Alex finally escapes the welcome of Falmouth and proceeds by water to start the next leg of his journey: