I’m not sure what it is but there were lots of these beautiful little things on the cliffs above Church Cove.
Now that I can identify: Atropa Belladonna. I assume the berries are unripe, I’m sure they go black but the blue and red were incredibly intense.
Down at Gunwalloe Fishing Cove, an exposed seam of quartz is breaking down.
Having dutifully applied my flying ointment (see above) I rode the air and looked down from a great height and saw … errr … or not. Scale independence.
… found a dragon trapped inside a rock … sort of … if you tilt your head and squint a bit.
And in the graveyard of St Winwalo’s Church, the saddest of stories in a few terse lines. Life really does hang by a thread.