From grey water to blue

From grey water to blue also means from rain to sun. Yeay! Started out rainy and blustery, but the sky lightened and blustery decreased to plain windy, and not too much cliff edge stuff! But many stiff climbs. Although the mileage was less than 13, it was enough! Not yet, at the end of a day, have I felt the urge to say, "Bring it on!". It's more like, "I am so ready for a cup of tea!"

Took and threw out a bunch of photos. Most of the scenic shots just don't capture the drama. But here is a nice variation of a stile:






Speaking of stones, which I didn't but which that stile is, here are some samples of dry wall (is that what it is called?). construction in the vertical mode:






And here, the more conventional horizontal:






And here, an almost parquet-looking design:






All of them are marvels.

And now staying within the world of similarities and differences, consider this alcachofa con escargot:







and this one con flores:





OK, for the kiddies! Where is the bee? Do you see the bee?






In Boscastle, a town on the way, was a museum of witchcraft and magic. Intriguing! Worth an hour?



Ahhh, no!

Oh, look! The piece of cliff that got away!





The thrill of the day was the Valley of the Rocks. It was really rocky! What added to the stunningness was that the way down and the way up were also magnificent:





Who goes through and who does not go through? She who fits goes through:




I knew the legendary King Arthur's Castle was waiting in Tintagel, which was one reason I passed on the earlier museum. Not much of the old place left, for sure, but daunting! Both the structure and the setting. It had, what can I say, "a feel" to it:



Not much left of King A either!


Doesn't that sculpture remind you of the scene in Amadeus wherein Mozart is composing his Requiem and the Grim Reaper comes to the door?


And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, show me thy chink to blink through with mine eyne. (A Midsummer Night's Dream)


Since one hardly ever gets to use the word "chink," it was exciting to have the perfect occasion at the ruins.

THIS is Merlin's Cave! At least Tennyson thought so, which is what counts.



It was even more thrilling to go down to the beach and walk through the cave and around the rock formations than to see the ruins above. The immensity of it all!

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