A magical morning.

After taking Lucy to school for the first time this year, Isabella and I decided to go have a look at the sea before starting the clean up session that is so desperately needed at home. The sky was a soft blue, the January sunlight turning the dirt-brown clouds into a prettier version of themselves with shades of ochre and sulphre yellow. We looked down over Pendennis Point at Little Dennis nestling against the rocks at the harbour mouth as the sky turned darker...



then darker still until the morning light had this amazing look to it...



A handful of ships huddled in close to the headland obviously expecting strong winds at some point, though the air was unusually settled today. As we rounded the Point the light changed again and the sun reasserted itself making these grasses catch our eyes as they waved down to the azure blue seas below.



A fleeting moment of brilliance as the sun faded away once more leaving a magical haziness in its wake, the misty light for which Cornwall is so renowned with cliffs peeping through and shafts of yellow piercing the blanket like some searchlight desperately seeking those smugglers of old.



So pretty a start to the day.



Have a good day xx