The Shining at Marazion
A pleasant way to spend Sunday lunchtime overlooking the Mount from the Godolphin Arms' restaurant ploughing your way through a carvery meal......
and then off for a walk passing a huge collection of flotsam........
up to the Marazion beacon which was lit for the first time to warn of the approaching Spanish Armada in 1588........ the church has had all but a few of its headstones moved to the side of the graveyard for some reason.....
down by the marshes it pays to have a big lens it seems......
the prevailing easterly winds have covered the beaches in the Bay with weed.....
and other flotsam provides endless creative opportunities for beach goers.....
across the mainline to London at Shiver Me Timbers Trader Gray's creative works are still evident - here's the Ozzie part of the business.....
with nature doing its own creative thing in the sands......
ahaah! someone's been here before - Trader Gray, of the aforementioned Shiver Me Timbers, once described how, if you looked at a map of Cornwall, it was reminiscent of a sock, and how, as a child at Christmas, the sock that was hung over the end of the bed was full of chocolate gold coins, fruit, other goodies and nuts - and how the nuts always seemed to be at the toe end of the sock - just like Penzance........
a buzzard takes stock of the cycle path walkers.
and then off for a walk passing a huge collection of flotsam........
up to the Marazion beacon which was lit for the first time to warn of the approaching Spanish Armada in 1588........ the church has had all but a few of its headstones moved to the side of the graveyard for some reason.....
down by the marshes it pays to have a big lens it seems......
the prevailing easterly winds have covered the beaches in the Bay with weed.....
and other flotsam provides endless creative opportunities for beach goers.....
across the mainline to London at Shiver Me Timbers Trader Gray's creative works are still evident - here's the Ozzie part of the business.....
with nature doing its own creative thing in the sands......
ahaah! someone's been here before - Trader Gray, of the aforementioned Shiver Me Timbers, once described how, if you looked at a map of Cornwall, it was reminiscent of a sock, and how, as a child at Christmas, the sock that was hung over the end of the bed was full of chocolate gold coins, fruit, other goodies and nuts - and how the nuts always seemed to be at the toe end of the sock - just like Penzance........
a buzzard takes stock of the cycle path walkers.
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