Carn Galva. A short sharp shock of a climb from Counting House … but a cracking view — a good 330 degrees of shining sea — we are an island 🙂
A bona fide Cornish Giant building a new Carn …
Serra, Andre, Sol Lewitt, Morris, Judd stylee.
We does middle brow too (:-)) — we so lucky, we lives in Poldark Cuntry … summer, autumn, winter … hmmm … and this helps the local community how, exactly? Fuck you, BBC, etc. 😉
Aaah but then, when it’s good …
A very low point for lunch yesterday, just above the confluence of the Tresillian River and the Truro.
Very Huckleberry Finn I suppose.