We ate out at a really nice restaurant in Falmouth, very posh food all beautifully presented and that kind of thing. Had some odd looks from passers by- although that may be because we were sitting outside...on our own...in the cold... We were offered blankets by the waiters! The view was really lovely over the harbour which lit up when it got dark, and there was the fresh smell of the sea...somewhat tainted towards the end as the chef set the fire alarm off and a load of smoke wafted out from the window.
I hope the interviews went well, I think I am getting the hang of it all now, thinking of questions to ask (they always look disappointed in you if you don't have any questions) and how to phrase certain answers. Hopefully when I get to the last interview it will be a doddle and I will sail through it with no problems at all!!
I thought you might like to see some pictures I took along the way (in Falmouth) of a crow- who my Dad named Gerald- who sat on a sign in front of us as we took in the view across the harbour and just watched us, which was a tad disconcerting at times even though I know he's a crow.