Sunday
morning dawned grey and dismal. Plainly some holidaymakers were determined
to get their last few minutes on the beach before heading home.
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But
the St Ives light is only diffused. Here, just below the coastguard
lookout on The Island, Juliet gleams before the rocks and lichen |
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Juliet
with another of the ubiquitous staircases and the back of a wonderful
terrace - where do these people hang their washing? |
These
odd lanterns light the car park on The Island |
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St
Ives Harbour, fishing boats and the windows of the town, displaying
the higgledy-piggledy order that so many of us love to live among
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Fishing
boats and the church, and the gull on the top of the mast was entirely
coincidental |
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Where
do the days go? From our morning walk to the beginning of today's sunset.
Doesn't look very promising, but... |
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sun peeked out from under the edge of the cloud, and the seagulls were
there to say hello |
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This is a tiny segment of the picture above...
...and this is another |
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But
this is a picture in its own right, with its very own obligatory gull |
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| ...People gather to watch... | ||
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...and some linger long after the sun has set and the naked sand begins to look like snow in the crepuscular light |  |
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