Tuesday, January 01, 2008


The grey granite of Cornwall. Solid houses stand stoic against Atlantic winds that sculpt the trees. St Ives hugs its self with arms of stone, bejewelled with Christmas lights as the inky cold winter sea creeps up the deserted beach, tea is on and the curtains are being closed against the night. Cornwall in the winter.
Happy New Year everyone.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I absolutely love St Ives. What a treat to be there at christmas time!