Up country and down the Roseland peninsula to the other, the posh soft, St Just for lunch in the sub-tropical church yard and then a tranquil, soothing wander round to Messack Point and back.
Dragons tiptoeing into the stream.
Penny pies in a shambling Cornish hedge.
What you lookin’ at? Come on then … think yerr ‘ard enough? A sort of Waitrose Rack of Lamb farm full of beautifully cared-for sheep, all with shaved arses like a maternity ward.
And finally to Messack Point itself looking across the Carrick Roads to Falmouth harbour.
With its own spontaneous, emergent art installation.
And then back through the woods along the Fal.
And a spectacularly crippled oak, broken-backed but still immensely powerful … positively majestic.
The weather was sublime and I totally failed to catch the little pod of dolphins we saw, porpoising upstream on camera … bugger … ho hum.