mousehole-newlyn-penzance

mousehole

mousehole

newlyn

newlyn

penzance

i took my bike on the train and cycled in the glorious spring sunshine to mousehole. later, as the light began to fade i watched a lugger sail out of newlyn. i thought maybe i could race it back to penzance. the wind carried them speedily forward. i narrowly avoided a collision with a small child on a bmx. as i reached the promenade  i saw a tiny hazy triangle dissolving into the  distance. i looked down into the turquoise depths and watched waves collide as they bounced off the sea wall. they created underwater clouds in the dusky water.