Beneath the clearing sky, people gravitate from car park and cafe towards the life-guarded beach. By Roundhole Point, kayakers paddle and huddle around their instructor, and further west, low tide reveals the expanse of sand in Harlyn Bay.
Close to the shore alexanders along a track are clustered with an abundance of little stripy snails along the bare stems and among the umbels of black seeds. Perhaps these snails relish the celery flavour and thrive in the mild seaside weather, but (as with the tourists and sun-seekers) their numbers diminish away from the sea.
From higher land the ocean appears even more azure, like the sky now streaked with cirrus, but south-east of this haven of blueness, thick clouds linger around Bodmin Moor and shadow the distinctive outlines of Rough Tor and Brown Willy. Read full original article…
19 July, 2017, 5:30 pm