5/5 Jeff S. 4 years ago on Google
This
photograph
is
from
Sunday,
and
a
short
walk
around
the
ancient
harbour
town
of
Fowey
in
Cornwall.
Here
there
is
a
deep
natural
harbour
that
is
now
a
very
popular
tourist
destination.
During
the
day
it
is
a
hive
of
activity,
but
I
managed
to
start
my
walk
at
6:00am,
and
mooch
around
the
town
in
total
peace
and
tranquility.
I
had
my
dog
Bella
with
me
for
company,
and
we
made
our
way
to
the
town
quay,
from
where
this
photograph
was
taken.
Walking
onto
the
quayside,
we
were
greeted
by
this
wide
open
vista,
with
a
view
looking
out
towards
the
mouth
of
the
Fowey
estuary
and
on
to
the
open
sea.
The
skies
were
crystal
clear,
with
a
slight
pink
glow
over
towards
the
horizon,
gradually
merging
upwards
into
a
steel
blue
sky
above.
This
time
of
day
is
so
special,
so
valuable.
Viewing
a
place
when
no
one
else
is
around
gives
such
an
interesting
perspective.
Much
more
detail
comes
into
view;
without
the
visual
and
audible
distractions
from
people
on
their
daily
business,
this
is
a
rare
opportunity
to
see
the
raw
beauty
that
abounds.
I
could
stare
at
the
scene
for
hours.
It’s
like
a
work
of
art
from
the
grand
master
that
is
nature,
on
display
in
my
own
private
museum.
We
sit
on
a
bench
for
a
while.
Bella
snuffles
and
sniffles
the
ground
for
a
few
minutes,
before
flopping
down
at
my
feet,
resigned
to
resting
a
while.
I
scan
the
estuary
for
signs
of
life.
The
boats
are
all
anchored,
bobbing
gently
on
the
gently
undulating
surface
water.
Sunlight
glints
catch
my
eye.
The
myriad
of
colours
is
always
special
in
a
harbour
view.
I
look
at
the
variety
of
boats,
wondering
how
much
pleasure
they
will
have
bought
their
owners,
and
how
many
adventures
they
may
have
been
on.
Looking
over
towards
the
opposite
hillside,
the
houses
of
Polruan
seem
to
fill
the
entire
landscape,
with
hardly
a
gap
in
between.
Yet
all
seem
to
be
sleeping
still.
The
water
looks
relatively
calm
and
inviting.
It’s
at
times
like
this
I
wish
I
could
swim
really
well,
and
get
a
water
level
view
of
the
scene.
I
imagine
the
sense
of
freedom
would
be
exhilarating.
I’ll
settle
for
the
view
from
the
passenger
ferry,
later
in
the
week.
From
there
the
scale
of
the
estuary
will
be
truly
revealed.
How
quickly
time
passes.
The
bells
of
the
church
tower,
marking
the
half
hour,
wake
me
from
my
meditative
observing,
and
I
can
tell
that
both
Bella
and
I
are
in
need
of
breakfast.
We
take
a
last
view
of
the
quayside,
and
savour
the
peace
and
tranquility
one
last
time.
If
I
return
a
few
hours
later
the
scene
will
be
very
different;
still
very
much
to
be
appreciated,
but
without
the
solitude
it
won’t
seem
as
though
the
picture
was
painted
solely
for
me.
It’s
a
scene
that
stays
in
my
heart
for
the
rest
of
the
day.
It’s
a
scene
that
I
can’t
put
a
price
on.
How
lucky
I
have
been.
I’ve
passed
through
a
special
moment
in
time.
From
the
quayside
we
have
a
short
walk
up
a
steep
hill,
which
takes
us
out
of
the
town.
I
stop
briefly
along
the
way
to
peek
into
the
various
shop
windows.
There’s
a
vintage
jewellery
shop
that
attracts
my
attention.
I
love
looking
at
the
various
items,
wondering
what
their
history
is,
who
had
the
pleasure
of
wearing
them,
and
what
events
brought
them
to
rest
in
this
particular
shop
window,
waiting
for
a
new
owner.
I
wonder
what
stories
lie
behind
them.
I’m
looking
forward
to
doing
a
lot
more
walking
this
week,
searching
out
new
views,
spending
time
looking
at
everything
that
nature
has
to
offer.
Hopefully
I’ll
do
some
exploring
of
familiar
haunts,
and
maybe
find
a
different
perspective
to
view
them
from.
A
different
perspective
is
always
welcome.
Sunday
was
a
good
start.
I
loved
the
early
morning
colours
-
these
are
the
colours
I
choose
to
paint
my
day.
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