After a dreary afternoon of drizzle under grey skies we walked back from Mousehole to Newlyn harbour. For literally no more than five minutes of that, the sun broke the blanket behind us cast a pink glow across the coast. A near full moon was already rising in the now delicate blue sky and wisps of cloud softened the light.
I haven’t often seen the harbour looking so busy but it offered a wonderfully rich foreground to contrast with the watercolour view.