Nostalgia.

Missing Falmouth.

As usual.

Playlists lasting for days.
Songs reminding of minutes.

• Trains and tracks
• 4am
• Dawn
• Pots of crab and wooden forks
• Quayside drinks
• Sea swim
• Rock jumps
• Fishing fails
• Wet car seats
• Dripping hair
• Goosebumps
• Scavenged scallops
• Sun kissed skin
• Tequila sting
• Farm house raves
• Spinning poi
• Roads that wind
• Stranded by tides
• Draughts through doorways
• Firework fancies
• Sticky basement floors
• Wet denim
• Holes in knees
• Sand and toes
• Freckle face
• Cheese in Cider
• Spontaneous parties

I'm not sure I can go on.

If i do, the overwhelming temptation to get in the car and drive becomes too strong.

I'm going back soon.

Soon.

Soon.

Soon.

Fuck it.

I'm gone.