Thursday, July 21, 2016

Going to St. Ives

As I was going to St. Ives
I did not meet the seven wives
Of one who charged so many lives
But may they journey on forever
And here's to them whatever the weather.

An intense spot of colour on a grey morning:



These cows, as you pass by them, stampede to meet you, but this morning, one thought she was a bull, which, as you can see, disrupted the spectacle somewhat:



One reason it is wonderful to be on the trail by 7:00, is that because it is not peopled, it is easier to spot these markers through the multi-pathed dunes:



Oh! Someone lives here:



The variety of grasses, gorse, heather, bushery, and flowers that grow in the sand is quite remarkable. This was an unusual patch in that it almost looks landscaped:




The Blue Bay Café respectfully requests that customers use the side entrance:



There is a LOT to be be-warned about before heading down to this beach:




Got it:




What, would you think, is the penalty for THIS offense?


I'm thinking the slammer!


No raucous activity on the beach here, surfers. But wait. Just what area is THIS area?



Four and twenty of these might make a decent pie:



Fudge shoppe window with plastic dancing lady:


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Location:St. Ives

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