FALMOUTH'S GREENBANK HOTEL
just a few minutes walk along the harbour front from the centre of
town, Falmouth's Greenbank Hotel's décor is genteel
olde-world English as opposed to North American glitz.
To reach the hotel we pass a sea
wall sprouting clumps of pink and scarlet Valerian, and Originon
dappled on slender stems like delicate lace. Along the way roses,
blowsy in the heat of summer, hydrangeas and fragrant honeysuckle
perfume miniature gardens.
Leaning on the sea wall, I watch
enchanted as a party boat breaks free from surrounding yachts. Music
trails like a bridal veil from the rear of the boat, and seagulls,
hundrds of them, like tossed confetti swoop and dive in its wake.
Standing in the foyer I can
imagine Florence Nightingale, a one time
making her entrance in a no-nonsense, I'm in charge manner. In the
sitting room with its large comfy chairs and quiet elegance I also
imagine Kenneth Graham, author of that children's classic, “Wind in
the Willows”, writing the letters to his son that subsequently
became part of the “Wind in the Willows” story. Graham wrote
those letters while staying in the Greenbank Hotel.
copyright Anne Gordon
by Anne Gordon on Sunday 21 July, 2013