The cat was sick all weekend - leaving little shiny piles placed strategically in every room in the house.

The vet has now put her on a dry meal diet suitable for ‘sensitive seniors’. A diet I may well be on myself in a few years’ time.

To avoid inhaling more disinfectant I decided we should go out for lunch.

Despite Mrs C first tut-tutting at the idea, she emerged from the bathroom 15 minutes later looking all dewy eyed and glossy haired.

“We are going to Falmouth High Street, not St Tropez,” I reminded her.

“If that is meant as a compliment I’ll take it,” she said, flipping the back of hair out from under a silk scarf I swear I’ve never seen before.

I glance back at the cat curled up in her basket, now somewhat slimmer. She looked up with a face that said, "Go on, go and enjoy yourself, and don’t worry about me."

I love the old High Street in Falmouth, particularly when the sun is out.

This often forgotten part of town dates back to the 17th century and still retains much of its old world charm. As Mrs C is not a huge fan of walking up hills, I tend to park at the top of the High Street and walk down.

Right opposite the famous Barracks Ope with its stunning glimpse of the harbour, I discovered The Ope Café.

Opened last year by Tana and Alex this creative little bar has become a real Falmouth gem. The menu is innovative, with the emphasis on wholesome and locally sourced produce.

The food is not only delicious it is cooked with a tender hand. Mrs C chose the slow roasted tomatoes with ricotta and wild garlic pesto, which she ate with a vengeance. I had Labneh, grilled broccoli with kale and samphire, which at £8 was a stunning plate of food.

I had a glass of Harbour IPA beer which I loved so much I ordered a second. While Mrs C, clearly on her health kick again, ordered a carrot juice.

The menu here changes frequently and every Friday evening they host a pop-up Korean restaurant. The Ope Cafe may be up the hill, but its well worth the climb.

As we emerged once more into the sunshine, Mrs C hiccupped softly into my ear and then announced:

“Would you mind walking up to get the car, and I’ll wait here for you – you know how much I hate hills.”

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