A beach morning

The only time I can be on the beach at Crackington Haven during the summer is on a Sunday morning when the weekly beach clean takes place. A dog ban during the high tourist season means that I can't walk Gwynnik along the shore there during the week now, so my wife and I take… Continue reading A beach morning

Twisting Hawthorn

It was nearly sunset at Warbstow Bury. It had been a misty day for our walk at the coast, with cloud banks sitting just out over the sea and occasionally heading inland for a couple of kilometres to give a cooler and foggy air, but it was much brighter and warmer inland. For the evening… Continue reading Twisting Hawthorn