A bad workman blames his tools, and I presume a bad photographer blames the scene, the light or in this case both. The toys were well and truly out of my pram today. Half way across the street in fact!
Woke to the now familiar sound of beating rain, by nineish it seemed to have cleared so we set off for a stroll down to Par. Only small light showers today, one every ten minutes! The camera was in and out of it's bag more often than a rabbit in the magicians hat. As I've said before you get what I get and today it's about as bad as it gets.
A Bit Of Marble Statuary.....Door, curtain,stairs and books, again I'm at a loss. It's sighted at the entrance to a miniature nature reserve and a larger static caravan site. Appears to have little connection with either. Possibly posh fly tipping?
Having exhausted the obvious possibilities we set off for the harbour, four hours later, only joking it's not quite that far, we arrived, more chance of gaining access to the royal mint.
The docks are part of this china clay drying and milling plant, in fact Par is part of this china clay drying and milling plant. Unfortunately only about a third of it seems to be still working. I suspect we can blame the Chinese and their, undoubtedly inferior, but no doubt cheaper china clay.
For further adventures we set off to Charlestown a private harbour owned by The Square Sail Company and set for many a film and movie. Got to be photogenic. I now have undying respect for the skill and artistry of professional cinematographers. In a moment you will see why.
Denied access to the interesting bits, I was left with bits to shoot, here are the bits.
The dock and a urinal. Very Calvinist round here, all this work when they have the whole Atlantic not six feet away.
I want to visit Fowey just over the hill. Sunday looks to be favourite as tomorrows forecast is awful. Have a good weekend.