The glory

There are people that pay thousands of pounds and spend days of travel to see the wonders of the natural world. The truth is, such wonders are available right on our door step. I have been lucky enough to see a great deal of Britain's coast line and am regularly taken aback by its beauty and splendour. Our recent trip to North Cornwall only confirmed our love of its rugged cliffs and sandy beaches. Photographs give only the merest indication as to what is truly on show before the observer, as the sensation of height, the true depth of field and all of the aural stimulants are missing.

One can but try and share in the glory that is out there. All the pictures accompanying this post were taken from the coastal path between Mawgan Porth and Watergate Bay last Friday afternoon. It was an afternoon of sun, sheltered warmth and that blessed state of being aware that, what is being experienced, is one of those special times. The Spring Squill was a delight, with large but discrete colonies along the length of the walk. In some hidden hollows the plants were in full flower, those in more exposed positions still in bud.

And what is it about the human psyche? When stood at the top of a cliff, we need to get down to the beach. But if we start on the beach, we need to reach the summit of the cliff. Extremities. We just love 'em.

Spring Squill - tens of thousand of plants were present along the coastal path and cliff tops
Wall - a butterfly that I once saw regularly locally, as nearby as Beddington and Cheam, in the early 1980s


Trebarwith Strand is the best beach I ever came across
Steve Gale said…
I’ve not been there Simon.
Yossarian said…
What a beautiful flower. Last week I was lucky enough to take a stroll on an Alpine mountainside with tour guide very knowledgeable about plants - we saw various orchids and extraordinary bright yellow Adonis flowers (also a superb aspic viper which I didn't manage to get a pic of). But that spring squill is a beauty. And yes, the Cornish light is special.
Steve Gale said…
I must return to the Alps. A wonderful place.

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