It's not often that Falmouth feels like the place where it's all happening. But the Tall Ships departing our harbour brought the masses. And even sunshine.

As all the ships paraded and lined themselves up to begin the race, it felt like they were doing it just for all of us, up in our attic drinking champagne and day-old birthday cake. A fitting 60th birthday view for my father.

Appropriately, whilst looking through all my photographs this morning, I also stumbled across this tune that I copied whilst in London a few days before:

The Pirate's Gospel ~ Alela Diane