cornwall

Various pictures

The Landseer pub has an annual Music Festival, this looks all arty but in fact I think the camera went off before I was ready or something. Anyway by some miracle the text is in focus even though nothing else is.

Unfortunately-named shop at Cornish Market World. Near Par!

Some scary pointy gates that I walked past with k.s.

My friend Chris at the self-same festival. In fact he is in the Archway Guitar Quartet, tecknically. Except he plays mandolin, but it would make the name too long.

Flowers in the garden which look quite intresting in black and white.

Cornwall’s exclusive Whitsand Bay, near where my Mum lives. It would be nice if this was my view. They have a special extra large sky in Cornwall which you do not seem to get in other places.

More from Fowey

I went to school in Fowey, and I suppose I was spoiled rotten, although it did not seem that way at the time as it was a toughish comprehensive that made Grange Hill look like Linbury Court. Still it is a lovely little town and nowadays is thriving with many intresting shops. It also welcomes free-spending barbarians.

Restricted zone. Fowey’s mediæval streets are even narrower and twistier than Mevagissey, and driving my enormous Audi around the old town felt rather like navigating a billion-ton oil tanker up the Norfolk Broads.

This is the King of Prussia where we used to go for a crafty pint or twelve, there is something nice about having a drink in a genuine olde-worlde pub in a fishing village and then being able to stumble out and fall straight off the edge of the quay into the river.

It is Daphne du Maurier country of course, and though she probably wrote a good many more books than she really ought to have, it is keeping local bookshops in business to this day. Intrestingly you can see Sally Beauman’s excellent Rebecca’s Tale in this picture, which is one of the few literary ‘sequels’ to actually be any good.

Unlike most people brought up in Cornwall, I am hopeless with boats ekcetera and do not know my aft from my elbow. It is a shame as I am in love with the romance of the sea, but get unromantically sick if I go anywhere near it. Except if it is one of those giant ferries where you can pretend it is just a big building full of drunk children and bad entertainers.

Gulls at Fowey, Cornwall

This is in Cornwall’s historic Fowey which I will show you more pictures in a bit. But here is some gulls that caught my intrest while I was wandering around with Jane.

Par Beach

Various intresting pictures

Oxygen is importint as demonstrated in this little exhibit at Eden. It is connected to the Plant Machine you can see in a previous set of Eden pictures. When they do not get oxygen they all collapse. It is a valuable lesson there for any of us that did not realise you need oxygen to breathe.

A sinister old man I saw out of my window. I expect he is quite harmless really, but I just liked something about him. There is an eerie quality to the shot as well being taken through a double glazed window, and the harsh light lends an air of criminality.

On Caradon Hill in Cornwall, a cheerful rainbow over Minions and the old abandoned mine workings. It was fierce weather up there as detailed in Storm on Caradon. As David Brent pointed out, “‘If you want the rainbow, you’ve got to put up with the rain.’ You know who said that? Dolly Parton. And people say she’s just a big pair of tits.”

Jane and I were at Par Beach (more pictures to come) and there were some people messing around with a quad bike, so I intrusively took photos of them.

A kissing couple at Mevagissey harbour. I suppose it is a bit romantic but I like it when people hold hands and kiss in public. The only problem is I would like to take more photos of them, except in case they do not like it and beat me up. I am quite sensitive to being beaten up. You may call me a la-di-da Morrissey type, but I do not like it.