I have a couple of outings to post about, outings that were all the more special for being brief interludes in the bad weather. Our winter walks have been few and far between this winter, and so these were quite special to us.
The weekend before last we went over to St Agnes on the North Coast. Bathed in sunlight, the rugged shoreline stretched away to the north, the colours of the cliffs shining bright.
The sea was turquoise and constantly changing in the sun, the bare skeletons of the undergrowth stark and windswept, stripped bare and contrasting against the blues.
The brambles silvered and jagged.
Bare trees, twisted and whipped into contortions by the wind, clinging to crevices and edges.
Is there ever a time when Gorse doesn't flower - brightening every gloomy day. Down here in Cornwall Gorse is often a year round thing, but in winter even when the sun is on it there's no fragrance to speak of.
Shaggy grasses topping Cornish walls and naturalised daffodils nestling in sheltered spots.
Silvery seed heads, seeds long gone.
Topiary designed by the wind!
Outings like this remind me why we moved to Cornwall...
...how can you not be inspired!
Gorgeous. Just love that turquoise sea.
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