A short walk along the edge of the bay and we could feel like we were in the middle of Europe. Sunshine, blue seas, all that kind of thing.
Meanwhile, the politicians had unscrewed the least insane voice from the debate about leaving Europe. It was all a matter of tactics, with the clown's dark operatives sledging the voting like a game of croquet.
Passengers boarded the ferry creating a metaphor for what is happening.
The rum and raisin ice cream was delicious.
2 comments:
Such a beautiful place :)
Cawsand, in Cornwall.
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