|From August 2012|
There are many hidden lanes and courtyards here.
Plenty of prettiness to keep my camera busy.
I also love Cornwall for it's boats. The sailing boat below in dry dock for some restoration.
And those in the harbour ready to put out to sea, as day boats I expect, leaving the safety of the harbour each day to catch fresh fish that is sold on inland. A hard life for the fishermen who do it and not much profit either.
This one is on its way home. I hope it was a successful trip.
Still as lovely as ever, with a surprise around every corner.
And how did I spend my birthday? Wave watching of course. Followed by a meal at the pub in the evening. What else could any glamorous fifty year old want or need?
And what about Teenage Boy? Was there carnage when I got home? Had the house been trashed by six foot boys? Were there smears of lipstick left on mugs?