Now that was a beautiful Sunday afternoon walk along Hayle’s famed three miles of golden sand: from Godrevy, through Gwithian to Hayle Bar … and back.
I don’t mean to be at all cynical but it can be a little “golden” as in showers from time to time … urgh.
Stepped over an overflow from the Towans just where it disappeared into the sand. Ho hum. People gotta live too.
Chimerical hybrid of Helens — Chadwick and Frankenthaler.