Cornwall has been battered this week. Rain and wind pounding relentlessly at our door. The sea has been whipped up into an angry frenzy. Rising up and smashing down. There has been plenty of damage.
In spite of it all, there is a raw beauty too. Looking down at Porthmeor yesterday afternoon, I was transfixed. The waves were easily twenty feet high. It was exhilarating to watch, my emotions mid way between awe and fear.
Today it is a calmer day, and cold. I think that we are in for more wind and rain throughout the week. We were going to go to Eden Project, but instead we are just about to jump in the car and drive to Mousehole. From there over the top towards Lands End and back along the coast road home.