Fistral Beach, Cornwall

A part of our green and pleasant land I had not experienced before, the world famous surfers' paradise.. Mild 6 degrees Celsius in January but raining, of course. Hardy surfers weren't deterred though...

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How to Eat...

....slow cooked beef in Guinness pie. Perfect supper for the cold tonight.

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A Slash of Orange.

One can see where Turner got his inspiration in our chilly, dark country where sunlight is rationed by the Gods. On my morning walk these days I can manage to see around the fields without a torch. Day breaks at around 7.30. I am always in awe of the vastness of the sky and how small I am in the scheme of things. Just me and the hound under the sky.

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The End is the Beginning

The news is rife with tragedy all over the world, suffering indeed is universal. I've had a terrible week but as always, the universe sent me a message.

I saw a rainbow on my morning walk today and both ends of the arc. I saw where the rainbow began and where it ended. The metaphor for my traumatic week was an exquisite reminder that I shouldn't regret any chance for happiness which is inevitably ephemeral.

I also found this hare killed by a fox. Hares are nocturnal and it is rare for a fox to catch them (as they can usually outrun their predators). By the time I found him (an adult male weighing 9.7 pounds) he could only have been dead for a couple of hours.  Not a scratch on his body apart from some blood on one haunch. How perverse of the fox to kill for fun!

A rainbow, symbol of hope and awe.
A beautiful creature wasted.

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