Sunday, 17 March 2013

Wet and windy.


 This doorway in the Cornish town of Fowey is ready with it's sandbags for a high tide or a deluge of rain.


This island house in Newquay is high enough not to have this problem - it even has it's own bridge.


Whilst the beach looks inviting you will notice that there isn't a soul on it. The evidence for this desertion is  just behind me - a dripping pipe with the water drops turned to ice - caught mid air where the wind froze it as it fell. Boy, was it cold.

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