Sunset at Crackington

Haven't got a lot to say about this one! Marie's mum, Jane, was here. After an excellent day of Boscastle, Rocky Valley, planting, weeding, lying in hammock, making a bow from some coppiced hazel, all the while basking in our long lost friend the sun, we thought we'd pop down to our local Haven and watch that invigorating old star go down.

So here are a few wee pics, which of course don't do any justice to the sound, smell, touch or spirit of the beach, cliffs and ocean... or to the taste of Cornish Rattler in the Coombe Barton (that window always reminds me of Captain Jack's captain's window), or to our table outside it. Just love it all.

Probably best to click on the first one, and then scroll through.