More holiday snaps. I’m feeling too lazy/relaxed to write.
Stackpole Estate on Sunday…
An inlet full of flowering lilies
The day began on Monday with Liz taking a shine to a snail in the patio doors and trying to get a picture of it with the moon behind.
Then we went to Whitesands Bay, where the sun was bright and the wind was cold and we had the authentic British seaside experience:
Can you spot our windbreak encampment?
I sent Dave the photo above and he said “Just the faintest touch of Death in Venice about that.”
We walked from the cottage to the harbour for tea
And tried a new footpath home
But after another beautiful fairytale trek through grasses and red campion and hemlock as tall as us
we came to a stile and met some frisky young cattle who thought we were interesting, so turned back and came home our normal route.
Today it’s sunny and cold again so we’re going to try to find a sheltered beach.
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