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  • A small patch of sunlight at the end of a dull day, illuminating a sheer rock face at one of Cornwall's most famous rock climbing crags - Sennen Cove, West Penwith. This is a crag where I spent years of my youth climbing a large number of the routes.
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  • Almost the whole fishing fleet had left the harbour leaving this semi derelict old trawler alone at the bleak quayside in the empty fishing harbour of Newlyn in Penwith, Cornwall
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  • Huge Atlantic waves roll in from the West and rear up over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, Penwith, South West Cornwall. These waves were approximatey twenty feet tall and absolutely packed with ocean energy. White horses can clearly be seen in these gigantic walls of water.
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  • Waves on an incoming tide  flow around large granite boulders on the shoreline of the Atlantic Coast at Sennen, West Penwith Cornwall.
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  • Storm waves crash onto the imposing, rugged once tin mining cliffs at Pendeen, West Penwith, Cornwall. The last mine closed years ago, but numerous engine houses and chimneys mark the site of this once booming Cornish industry providing high grade tin.
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  • Huge Atlantic waves roll in from the West and rear up over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, Penwith, South West Cornwall. These waves were approximatey twenty feet tall and absolutely packed with ocean energy. White horses can clearly be seen in these gigantic walls of water.
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  • Huge Atlantic waves roll in from the West and rear up over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, Penwith, South West Cornwall. These waves were approximatey twenty feet tall and absolutely packed with ocean energy. White horses can clearly be seen in these gigantic walls of water.
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  • Huge Atlantic waves roll in from the West and rear up over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, Penwith, South West Cornwall. These waves were approximatey twenty feet tall and absolutely packed with ocean energy. White horses can clearly be seen in these gigantic walls of water.
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  • I've always loved Lamorna, the cove at the mouth of a huge tangled and lush green valley. In these woods I've stumbled across modern Pagan symbols and charms, I've been spooked by the numerous ghost stories and I'm convinced the woods are watching you. Surrounded by some of Cornwall's most famous burial mounds, standing stones, ancient settlements and Celtic crosses, it's not difficult to understand why us modern invaders are still being checked out by our ancestors. In contrast to the earthy Pagan charms, small paths sometimes lead to the most exclusive hidden cottages in Penwith, and ones I certainly will never ever be able to afford. In this shot, we have a metaphorical as well as literal choice of paths to take, and in this ancient, quiet and dripping woodland, we will find very different destinations.
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  • Low sunlight casts long shadows over ancient walled fields just west of St Just in West Penwith, Cornwall. Shower clouds form a dark background against the agricultural foreground of vivid green grass between higgledy piggledy drystone walled pasture.
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  • The imposing granite rock mass of Kenidjack Tor looms out of the fog on a damp Autumn morning on the Cornish moorlands, from where you can normally see the Atlantic Ocean on three sides.
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  • I could see this Tor from miles away, in every direction! It loomed, dark and strange, like a battleship on the horzon. As I got closer, it really was isolated from everything else. Only masses of wind blown grass, tangled brush wood, and hidden holes prevented access. It was a very spritual place for me, and finally climbing to it's dark, slightly green top, I felt privileged to be there, surveying the surrounding lands right down to the Atlantic.
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  • Cornwall, mid February. The weather had been stunning all week but the sea was still throwing some massive waves at the coast. Even in the relative shelter of the cove itself, huge granite boulders await further attrition from the advancing Atlantic swell.
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  • Amazed by the stunning lines and curves of this wave-smoothed gorge in the rocks at Porth Nanven in West Cornwall. The hardless of the granite rock was amazingly smoothed into organic sensual curves by the power of the ocean swells.
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  • I couldn't help but be impressed by the beautiful rounded shapes of these granite marbles, created by years of being rolled around in this organic looking chasm. This image was used as the main publicity image for the Celtic Connections touring exhibition which started in 2005 at Oriel Ynys Môn.
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  • Huge Atlantic waves roll in at Porthcurno Beach in West Cornwall.  I took this photo from the steps of the Minack Theatre built into the cliffs above this yellow sand cove. The last of the evening light can be seen on the sea surface as the white horse gallop into shadows nearer the shore.   The waves were powerful and the water crystal clear as always here, and the title and metaphor matched exactly what was going on in my mind at the time.
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  • Ever since a kid I have loved Cape Cornwall and the vast sense of space you experience from the hill-top. Waves that would swamp a small fishing boat seem relatively harmless from this height but the fact they have travelled hundreds of miles of ocean is still quite intimidating.
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  • Huge storms rip up the kelp and churn it with the sand, the fronds disappearing into the sand but the stalks sticking up like strange sea worms!
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  • No matter how rubbish the weather sometimes is in Cornwall, every time I've been to St Ives, the sun always seems to come out at some point to brighten the darkness!
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  • Nominated in 2022 International Colour Awards<br />
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My first visit to this modern day shipwreck. I was delighted that I could get so close to this wreck and being alongside amongst giant granite boulders strewn with twisted metal and hull plates made me very aware of how powerful the sea really is. There was the constant creaking of metal from the sea adge as waves lifted and dropped sections of twisted metal as large as four men head to toe. It was actually a little eerie in this zawn of a dead ship surrounded by towering granite cliffs of Land's End.
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  • In the early 19th Century, the capstone was rotated, and the uprights altered to support it. In the process the quoit was lowered considerably. It was said that originally a horse and rider could pass comfortably beneath it. It may originally have been as long as 60 feet in length and is estimated to have been erected in 2500 BC.  In the background stands the famous Ding Ding Mine, where Cornish miners toiled hard to extract tin for world export. It's ironic that whilst we were pulling out precious metals we were simultaneously sinking ancient monuments !
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  • At the end of the day, when the crowds have gone, it is easier to imagine how old this place is. Long before the fishing nets, round house and life-boats, these sands and granite cliffs witnessed the dramatic beauty of the ever changing skies and seas. Everything else is just so temporary, so I like the imagination this place stimulates.
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  • Loving Connections” Sennen Cove, Cornwall (Jan 2016) - Fantastic light and wide open spaces on this huge white sand beach in South West Cornwall. I loved the rivulets from the surroundings hills, tumbling across the beach towards the open sea. We have been blessed this trip, with gorgeous light, warm temperatures and super company.
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  • Waves Crashing against the rocky granite coast at Cape Cornwall, St Just, Cornwall. The Brisons offshore stacks can be seen in the distance. Years of relentless attack by the Atlantic Ocean has rounded much of the hard granite stone shoreline.
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  • International Color Awards 2016 - Nominee in "People" category<br />
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Even in the height of the summer, the weather and light in Cornwall can be dramatic and changeable. Huge seas battered the coast and pounded over the small quay wall at Sennen Cove. In some ways understandably, another visitor cheesed off with the lack of summer weather decided to enjoy the bracing Cornish waters anyway, much to the amusement if slight disbelief of the crowds of onlookers :-)
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  • Over centuries, Mên-an-Tol has been associated with myths and folklore. Some of the more widespread legends are that if a woman passes naked through the holed stone seven times backwards during a full moon, she will become pregnant. It has also been used over generations to try & cure children of rickets, by passing them naked nine times through the hole in the stone. Locally however, Mên-an-Tol’s reputation for curing back problems earned it the name of “Crick Stone” Whatever rituals have gone before, my ritual is to pay this wonderfully surreal ancient site a visit, usually in moody weather.
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  • Classic Cornish winter weather. One minute we were blanketed in thick sea fog, then drizzle, then showers and then intense sunlight before repeating all over again. <br />
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Wolf Rock lighthouse stands 14 miles off the Cornish Coast and is a crucial navigational mark before ships either head for America or round to port to find sheltered anchorage in Penzance or Falmouth. <br />
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We sat on the cliff edge, warm but our outer clothing dripping with rainwater. At one point we were bathed in sunshine but drenched with rain at the same time. <br />
The horizon was busy with shipping and the inshore waters were dotted with tiny fishing boats.
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  • Cape Cornwall
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  • The superb rounded boulders created over thousands of years rolling around in this cove, were strangely and easily covered by shifting levels of grey sand. The gentle river tumbling down from the Cot Valley carved it's own niche, exposing once again the beautiful granite eggs.
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  • Beautiful, colour-rich dusk in a cove below Cape Cornwall, St Just, at dusk, a tin-mine hewed landscape within stone, multi millions of years old
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  • Low tide at St Michael's Mount. An apparition of Archangel St Michael witnessed by fisherman in 495 led to a monastery being built here. After the Norman Conquest, the abbey was granted to the Benedictine monks of Mont St Michel in France. The mount was eventually seized by Henry V111 & became a royal stronghold. Now owned by Lord St Levan
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  • The beautiful smoothed granite rocks looked like giant pieces of disused bubble gum, soaked and literally glowing in stunning evening sunlight facing the Atlantic Ocean
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  • Sunset over the Brison rocks seen from Porth Nanven, SW Cornwall.
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  • The Brisons rocks, off Cape Cornwall, locally known as Charles de Gaul lying in a bathtub - think about it :-)
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  • Millions of years and perpetual attack. These huge bastions of hard Cornish granite may be smoothed by a process of attrition, but they will never be defeated !
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  • Cape Cornwall headland near St Just projects into a treacherous stretch of Atlantic Ocean here in South West Cornwall. In the cove to the North of the point, huge granite boulders have been rounded and smoothed over eons and await the powerful waves each high tide.
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  • Pedny, as the beach natives call it, a phenomenally striking beach with white sands, granite cliffs and crystal clear waters, facing across the Atlantic down to the Antarctic! Only accessible at very low tide or by scrambling down a steep footpath and rocks to the beach itself. For years thankfully the sole domain of hardy naturists and keen rock climbers (not necessarily both, though I did tick that box!) but now due to exhaustive use of it's location in tourist advertising, is quietly losing it's magic, with teams of neoprene clad families with body boards, tents, wind-breaks and picnic boxes braving the descent to textile cover the once free beach. Fortunately, at high tide the beach really does get cut off by the huge Atlantic ocean, and this forces away most of the crowds leaving small patches of bare beauty, and peace and quiet once again, save for the few who know the secret escape routes
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  • Over centuries, Mên-an-Tol, locally known as the Crick Stone, has been associated with myths and folklore. Some of the more widespread legends are that if a woman passes naked through the holed stone seven times backwards during a full moon, she will become pregnant. It has also been used over generations to try & cure children of rickets, by passing them naked nine times through the hole in the stone. Whatever rituals have gone before, my ritual is to pay this wonderfully surreal ancient site a visit, usually in moody weather.
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  • Incredible early morning light in hidden coves in West Cornwall. The hard granite had been smoothed and rounded by a millenia of pounding by the force of the Atlantic Ocean which hits this coast full on.
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  • Cape Cornwall headland near St Just projects into a treacherous stretch of Atlantic Ocean here in South West Cornwall. In the cove to the North of the point, huge granite boulders have been rounded and smoothed over eons and await the powerful waves each high tide.
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  • An apparition of the Archangel St Michael is said to have been witnessed by fisherman in 495 & by the 6th century it is thought that the Mount was a thriving religious centre. After the Norman Conquest, the abbey was granted to the Benedictine monks of Mont St Michel in France. The church on the island’s summit was built by the French Abbot, Bernard le Bec, and through the Middle Ages the Mount became a major pilgrimage destination. Four miracles, said to have happened here between 1262 and 1263 would have only added to its religious magnetism. The mount was later seized by Henry Eighth and turned into a royal owned fortress, with it's own garison. The bay was the landing site for the Spanish Armada. From here the first of many beacons were lit to notify mainland England and Sir Francis Drake. The castle and house are now owned by wealthy banker, Lord St Levan.
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  • Surprisingly large waves came in on rogue sets at this South West Cornwall beach. It was my first time taking pictures IN the sea here, and I took a few batterings getting some of these images.
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  • Kestrel which landed right next to me on a rainy drenched Cornish cliff top at Carn Les Boel near Land's End.
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  • The return path, across farmer's fields bursting with summer crops, almost forgotten tracks tread their way through the middle, kept defined by locals and hardy ramblers. The bright daisies desperately created a hint of summer amongst the blowing damp wheat. The dark farm awaits the sunshine and shared our need.
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  • In this cove of high erosion from weather and huge Atlantic waves, arose order. Boulders rounded like giant eggs seemed so beautifully placed in the gritty dark sand, left perfectly even by the receding ocean
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  • Waves Crashing against the rocky granite coast at Cape Cornwall, St Just, Cornwall. The Brisons offshore stacks can be seen in the distance. Years of relentless attack by the Atlantic Ocean has rounded much of the hard granite stone shoreline.
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  • We may not have had the week of baking sunshine and relaxing swimming but from a photography perspective the gales and storms brought superb conditions and lighting. The jetty at Sennen always takes a pounding from the Atlantic but the golden evening sunshine disguised the awesome power of the Atlantic swell.
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  • Although I am as guilty as the next person of renting holiday cottages, it is nevertheless such a great pity that these historical and stunningly beautiful buildings are no longer lived/worked in.<br />
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I have seen old photographs of fisher-women in these doorways but now it's only colourful transient tourists who bring any sign of life to buildings which have witnessed so much history.
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  • In this cove of high erosion from weather and huge Atlantic waves, arose order. Boulders rounded like giant eggs seemed so beautifully placed in the gritty dark sand, left perfectly even by the receding ocean
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  • Ding Dong Mine is a renowned Cornish mine thought to be the oldest in Cornwall. The last underground shift was on 7th July 1877. There was a massive decline in the demand for Cornish tin after the start of imports of cheap tin from Australia and the Malay Straits. In the three years before Ding Dong’s closure the number of mines in the Cornwall fell from 230 to 98. At its peak, Ding Dong provided a living for over 500 people but by November 1877 it was down to 64 and in January 1878 remaining workers were paid off & the mine closed.
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  • This was the second visit to this wreck in about a year. Since the first visit, the hull of the SS Mulheim had broken up substantially and many of the huge metal hull plates had simply been washed off-shore. The bow of the boat that originally looked like part of a ship has now become so twisted and rusty that the ribs and structures of the wreck were blending almost seamlesly into the huge granite cliffs of Land's End itself. Even something as huge as a bulk carrier is soon reduced to a more original state of existence!
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  • Land's End in a Winter sunset. Short bursts of sunlight under blankets of winter storm clouds. Deceptively calm seas nevertheless created large waves as swell reached the cliffs.
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  • The light dropped rapidly and here on the far side of the smoothed Atlantic pounded granite rock now looked dark and impassable. Deep rock pools contained small life forms darting from side to side waiting for the advancing high tide.
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  • Just a wonderful moment in the skies above St Ives in Cornwall
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  • An apparition of Archangel St Michael witnessed by fisherman in 495 led to a monastery being built here. After the Norman Conquest, the abbey was granted to the Benedictine monks of Mont St Michel in France & through the Middle Ages the Mount became a major pilgrimage destination. 4 miracles are said to have happened here between 1262 & 1263. The mount was eventually seized by Henry V111 & became a royal stronghold. Now owned by Lord St Levan
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  • Storm waves crash onto the reef just 1 mile West of Land's End, the most South Westerly point of Cornwall and indeed the British Isles. This large and treacherous Longships reef is marked by the 35meter high "Longships Lighthouse" (1795) who's light reaches 15 nautical miles.
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  • Gigantic Atlantic storm waves crash over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, backlit by early morning sunlight. The sound of the sea was deafening and relentless and my camera lens needed cleaning every few seconds, covered as it was by soft spray that blew over 100 ft into the air
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  • Even though I've flown there myself, so I know they are real, the sudden appearance of these stunningly beautiful and seemingly huge set of islands on the horizon, still takes my breath away to this day. I can utterly and totally understand why ancient people saw these islands as Lyonesse, mythical, magical and tantalisingly close, yet within such a short space of time, and from lower elevations, they disappear as quickly as they appear..
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  • Large, two foot wide, perfectly rounded and amazingly smooth, extremely heavyweight granite boulders in this faraway cove are gently and regularly caressed by the softest grasses growing from between the sensual curves. At the back of the beach the grasses almost completely envelop the boulders and the contrast between hard and soft, organic and inorganic, solid and delicate, static and moveable was richly obvious. I could have spent a whole day at this long boulder cove, immersed in the sensuality of such beautiful forms and contrasts..
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  • It struck me as funny how the sea seems relatively impotent UNTIL the wave reaches the shoreline then unloads all of it' power vertically ! In this shot I am fascinated by the potent energy of the ocean beyond, as the out of focus wave is just one of many exploding at the coast.
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  • Stunningly beautiful sunset, even though the sun actually set behind me, but the colours left behind, washing all over the white foamy sea was awesome...© Glyn Davies - All Rights Reserved
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  • SUN28 Shot Up North Awards winning entry (2016)<br />
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International Colour Awards 2015 - Nominee in "Nature" category<br />
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“Early morning light passes through choppy Atlantic waves wrapping around me on this steeply shelving beach in South West Cornwall. It gives the impression of being underwater whilst the waves crash above the surface”<br />
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I’ve been back to this beach many times and haven’t been able to shoot anything like it again. I was completely alone on the beach and the sea was choppy and the waves powerful. This is the most amazing naturist beach I’ve ever been to in the world, so as is only right and correct, I was in my birthday suit as I took this!<br />
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I was using a heavy Canon 1DsMk3 and 100-400 mm lens to get this shot, nearly £7K of gear in the Atlantic ocean! What would have looked really crazy from the cliff-top was a little naked Jack-in-the-Box crouching down at the lowest point of a sand-cusp to shoot through huge waves as they rose in front of him, and then him standing up rapidly to keep the camera clear of the back-wash which went ribs-high trying to pull him back out to sea! This was one of my craziest shoots ever, but I am delighted with the result and yes this IS my all time favourite and I have No.1 of 10 hanging in my home.
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  • Gigantic Atlantic storm waves crash over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, backlit by early morning sunlight. The sound of the sea was deafening and relentless and my camera lens needed cleaning every few seconds, covered as it was by soft spray that blew over 100 ft into the air
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  • "Beautiful the beach may be, but faced with the full surge of a very deep Atlantic the water at this beach ranges from chilly to brass monkeys! On a sunny day it lures you in, the white waves, the glass clear water and the rippling light on the sand beneath, but there are few who stay in this water more than 10 minutes and God forbid naturists start wearing wet-suits ! :-) "
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  • I've never seen so much Honeysuckle in Cornwall as on this trip. The cliff-tops were lush this year, and the pathways were adorned with the most beautiful clumps of this intricate, colourful and heavily scented plant. On this dark and dreary day, the perfume and hues in many ways lightened the mood of the day. I shot this particular plant as I loved the contrast between the soft beauty of the Honeysuckle and the sharp, edgy, ripping trip wires of the brambles..
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  • An apparition of the Archangel St Michael is said to have been witnessed by fisherman in 495 & by the 6th century it is thought that the Mount was a thriving religious centre. After the Norman Conquest, the abbey was granted to the Benedictine monks of Mont St Michel in France. The church on the island’s summit was built by the French Abbot, Bernard le Bec, and through the Middle Ages the Mount became a major pilgrimage destination. Four miracles, said to have happened here between 1262 and 1263 would have only added to its religious magnetism. The mount was later seized by Henry Eighth and turned into a royal owned fortress, with it's own garison. The bay was the landing site for the Spanish Armada. From here the first of many beacons were lit to notify mainland England and Sir Francis Drake. The castle and house are now owned by wealthy banker, Lord St Levan.
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  • Winning entry in the 2022 (33rd) SUN Shot up North Awards <br />
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As the Atlantic Ocean pounded against the tiny quay at Sennen Cove, a handful of daring individuals jumped off the quay as the huge waves crashed above them
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