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Today, Juliet wanted to go swimming and I didn't so I set off to walk to Zennor instead - about four miles, I thought.Wrong! It was more like seven, and it took me four hours over some of the roughest cliff walking I've attempted. As you can see, the flowers were wonderful. That white orchid below is tiny, a bare half inch across, but I was so pleased to find a single flower open rather than a whole spike, so you can see it is an orchid |
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As
I approached Zennor from the cliffs, I saw the bus come down from the
main road, and drive off. Next bus was two hours. So I bought a map,
and set off to walk back across the fields, an altogether less taxing
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The
first thing I saw once I was out of the village was this foxglove growing
out of a wall under a twisted old tree with the sun dappling through
the foliage |
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Much
further into the walk, with St Ives in sight, I came across this still
patch of nettles, and for the only time this week managed to deploy
my camera before the butterflies flew away. Twice! |
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come into St Ives behind the cemetery. |
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Juliet
claimed it was cold so she needed this hat to keep her head warm. I
just like the sunset in her eyes |
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Look very closely and you can see this sunset reflected in Juliet's eyes above. Honest | 
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| Most evenings, people came down to play with the sand and the sea after the sunset. These crepusclings certainly give me the opportunity to look at the various moods of the waves... | ||
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...and
well into the twilight - this is after ten o'clock at night - the sky
is still light enough to give contrast and character to the waves and
the beach |
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