One of the main charms of Falmouth and its neighbourhood is the climate. Sharp frosts are almost unknown, the mild and balmy air is wonderfully even in temperature, and the marvellous gardens of Enys show delicate kinds of rhododendron--elsewhere growing in greenhouses--luxuriating in the open air.
The climate is that of the lotus-eaters, pleasant but enervating.
"Propt on beds of amaranth and moly,
How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly)
With half-dropt eyelids still,
Beneath a heaven dark and holy,
To watch the long bright river drawing slowly
His waters from the purple hill--
Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine,
Only to hear were sweet, stretch'd out beneath the pine.