Category: Images

Something to do with that dazzling white paint I suppose — seducing the software — the skies are always unbelievably deep and intense behind the lantern at the Trinity House light­house on Lizard Point.

It’s just a guess but I’d bet almost anything that this granite finger is called Gull Rock … OMG, looking at the map it has a name name: Bumble Rock. Not sure about that. There are bona fide black-backed gulls just sitting there, owning it. Bumble? Teetering. Hmmm … Maybe. I’ll go with Gull.

And this week’s high point, half way to the moon, was high above Housel Bay …

Weird, no? Waving, not falling.

But in the steep little valleys around the Lizard, Spring has defin­itely vorsprunged.

So, whatcha do on a blustery Sunday … not looking for a soaking but something a little more soothing …

A gentle wander around Treng­wainton, looking for the elixir of life (slight of hand: go somewhere where you’re the youngest person by two decades at least — works every time) — a beautiful crown of croziers in a forest of tree ferns.

Camellias at their best … dodging between the squally showers … much more my sort of tea time.

And lovely low, warm light exposing the trees up to lovely no good.

And fungus offering up plates of … hmmm … rot and decay … nom nom nom.

And enforcers on parade … you will be white! White is best. Whatever.

And, of course … this being Penwith … magnolias to die for …

No … pink is good too.

For rhubarb too.

Personal bound­aries are really important to lichens too, perhaps even more so when resources are scarce.

Love the icono­graphy.

Post indus­trial thingamajig … the people of Sunderland and Swindon now have a bright new future in the tourist services sector … yay …

Just an image dump again, really … So busy I’ve no time to think at the moment.

Ach … home. Stephen King not withstanding … ho hum … one day.

The bay guarded by the sentinel ape …

The headland itself defended by a granite crocodile … I’m not sure this is any better than those fields of tiny narciss­istic cairns but it does have the advantage of charm …

It’s only when you inter­n­alise, embody those angles that the work-a-day reality even starts to go in … fuck.

Zawn Buzz, Porth Ledden, Cape Cornwall and choughs just before sunset … I ask for no more …