so, why do I go to Polzeath whenever I can?

. . . there are no words. . .

waves (Los Angeles) waves (Cornwall)
clouds (Cornwall)
clouds (Los Angeles)

beach life (Cornwall)

beach life (Los Angeles)

life guard (Cornwall)
life guard (Los Angeles)

art (Cornwall)

art installation (Los Angeles)small detail of which:

coffee (and fags) (Cornwall)

coffee (ho hum) (Los Angeles)

setting sun (Cornwall)so excellent we'll look at it again. . .
setting sun (Los Angeles): going. . .
going. . . going. . . gone. . .

(I watched it sink all the way into the Pacific Ocean. . .
no green flash, but it was wonderful!)

all too soon the sun set on my little jaunt to the City of Angels

and now I'm home
.anyway, far more importantly. . .

. . .how are you?!

I ♥ Polzeath #7

the St Minver Silver Band so, the POVSs and I were having our farewell dinner, and the band struck up on the green at the top of the beach. . .

the tune the smaller/younger people recognised was the theme to Wallace and Gromit, I recognised a few more. . .
the band marched up the hill, followed by the crowd (we took photos from the balcony* of the bar, where we were having coffee and hot chocolates**) (*in fact, the whole restaurant**** emptied onto the balcony to watch!) (**we were only having our coffees/hot chocolates here because we were bumped off our table by Harry Enfield*** - who's looking very old and grey these days)(***he didn't leave his table, now I come to think of it)(****but not miserable Harry). . .
. . .and there the St Minver Silver Band stopped the traffic whilst playing the Floral Dance to the delight of the crowd and everyone danced in the street

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(I mentioned another of the delights of traditional English entertainment to my children - namely morris men - and they looked at me blankly)

I ♥ Polzeath #6

compare and contrast
the phone camera camera. . .
the real camera camera. . .
phone camera. . .

real camera. . .

we'll just take a couple more looks at that sunset, shall we. . .

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a wave

(a small one)

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sunlight

I ♥ Polzeath #5

if I had a spare £2 million (yes, unbelievable eh) I'd buy one of these 1930s bungalows, built on the north cliff overlooking the bay, with a large front garden and a little door at the end onto the cliff path. . .

. . . but I don't (I know, how did that happen?): so I will just be content as the passer-by, complete with mobile phone with supa-dupa integrated camera with which I can snap things that fascinate me

such as walls
walls made of slate
slate with lichen growing on it

and I shall just wander along admiring the beauty of nature that doesn't come attached with a price tag

ah, lichen! *happy sigh*

(and sometimes I'll be rather annoyed at my shaky hand,
that causes mobile camera phone photos to be out of focus)

and then I shall find myself a little tucked away place, with a seat

from which I can admire the view:(and later, much much later - was it really ten days ago now? - I shall revisit those memories and share them with my friends)
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