Wow.
Our friend Eva's last weekend here as a short-term working volunteer, so having shared cold winds and hail with her for most of the time, at the first glimpse of sun we decided we must get on the coast path to Boscastle and see what we could see.. (As Sunday buses ended for the winter last week and so no lift back, we cheated and drove half way to Trevigue - glad we did because lots of brilliant/thigh pumping downs and ups so further than on the map!)
I've been way too verbose in recent posts, so will let these photos do most of the talking. I've only got a little wee camera, but even the fattest widest longest lens of course can't do justice to the scale of The Ocean, with Lundy up there, Tintagel down there and America right over below the horizon somewhere; to the squelch of the clay and the boom of the bilge pump caves; to the wafts of Ruby Red cattle and marzipan gorse; to the sensation of wild wind and rain giving way to the sun injecting colour and wondrous warmth on cheeks and necks; to the sudden long deep coves, waterfalls plunging and spraying back; to swoops of murmurating starlings low above; to the drama of it all.
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| See the spray?.. |
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| ..cos of That + Ocean Blow.. |
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| Wiggly wiggly shelter from the storms. Hope to go out of there in a gig boat soon.. |
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| Looking the other way |
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| Some people have it all :) |
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| Aptly named Cobweb Inn. Proper pub |
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| Don't want to put them out of business.. but have to share that all you can eat veggie roast for less than a fiver! |
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| rainbows all over the place |
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| too much lunch |
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| too fast to focus |
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