It’s time to milk the brown cows in this Cornish farming village. [more...]
Another shot of the cows walking down the street past this possibly 18th century farm building.
Wild blackberries. Prickly bushes.
Wild blackberries. Prickly bushes.
With stinging nettles too. No place for a nudist.
Footprints in the soft dry sand
We had found a sandy beach that was almost deserted.
We had found a sandy beach that was almost deserted.
After the waves receded there was some tide-foam.
The water came up onto the beach, as it does, and left little white bits of foam behind, as it does.
A stone, or small rock, on the sand, with a shadow.
Isn’t there a poem about this?
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