We had to leave the cottage early as our choir was singing at the funeral of one of our members, the delightful and much missed Francis Gardiner. To make the most of our time down west, we did one last walk on our way back.
One last look at Trevaunance Cove before we depart and head for home. Not a surfer in sight. |
"Oi, George Warleggan, get orf my wave. And, bleddy Demelza, where are you off to?" |
"Tis too bleddy cold for Mrs Ennis and me, Ross. We're off for a pasty and a cakey tea." |
An infra-shot of Trevaunance Cove. Not really convinced by the way the colours have come out. |
This one is better but low light levels do not bring out the best of IR. |
A field of cabbages which would look really good in larger format IMHO. |
Wheal Coates. |
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