Continuing with the little Cornish love affair holidayito. First of all, an image of peace: a field in Sheviock!
Next day, we got up early and went down to Camborne where my grandmother lived and we spent many holidays in our youth. We passed by her grave, saw Carn Brae, then got pasties and cider and went to Godrevy. Warm sun and short bursts of rain, like always, but in the midst of it all, we saw a seal from the cliff top. My Sony camera decided it did not want to get a clear image of the seal, so you will have to enjoy these images of Godrevy and around Camborne instead.
I love Cornwall. I love the styles of the houses and stone walls and the pasties and clotted crea and scones and cider and fish and chips and fisherman tales and ghost stories and storms and sun and the clean air and views and the calmness, and, of course, the memories. I could go on for a long time.