I used to pop down to Cornwall for the weekend, several times a year. Mostly to Newquay as I had friends there. It felt like another country; Sunshine, surfers and beautiful beaches. I'd leave straight after work, drive 5 hours and go out when I got there until the early hours... and I loved it! I haven't been to Newquay for years now, but I have been back several times to explore the countryside, beaches and endless walks... and every time I go I love it a little bit more. These are a few of my older pics I thought I'd share
Coastline, rocky, rugged, proud,
Crumbling cliffs in ozone shroud,
Sun-kissed drifts of desert sand,
Golden frame of a sea cradled land.
Fishing village, atmospheric hub,
Brass band playing, outside quaint old pub,
Boats, all sizes, rest near harbour wall,
Wading birds sift through tide-filled pool.
Foliage explosion of a Cornish hedge,
Country lanes snake, and young birds fledge,
Ruminants, punctuating, quilted hill,
Buzzards soar and wise hares are still.
Tin mine engine house, towering stack,
Roof caved in, gorse and bracken's back,
White clay peak, geometrical and sleek,
Earth's riches gouged, canyon deep.
Moor-land, open, untamed, granite strewn,
Wild ponies dance to a skylark's tune,
Tor and beacon, barrow and mound,
You're in God's own country, when you walk this ground.