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  • As dawn gave way to very early morning, the white sided Isles of Scilly steamship, the Scillonian III became visible against Penzance quayside last week. Interior cabin lights burned yellow against the cool blues of the morning light and there was silence as the world woke up
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  • On the low tide, on a sunny but bitterly breezy Sunday afternoon, hundreds upon hundreds of dog walkers promenade along the 4 mile plus stretch of Mount’s Bay. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many dogs and owners in one place at one time. It was like Crufts on Sea. <br />
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This was one moment where after waiting ten minutes for dogs and walkers to clear, the beach resembled a little of it’s natural beauty, back-dropped by historical Penzance town.
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  • Jubilee Pool is an Art Deco lido on the Penzance promenade. Today was the last day open to swimmers before closure for winter. The sun sparkled on the water but a cool breeze blew in from the West, ruffling the pool surface and bringing with it grey threatening clouds. It’s always sad for me, the end of Summer.
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  • First light of dawn over St Michael’s Mount, Mount’s Bay, Penzance last week. Delicate burns of daylight gradually fanned into a gentle glow over the calm waters of the old town’s harbour
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  • Huge storm waves crash over Penzance Harbour wall at night, backlit by the high pressure sodium floodlights
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  • A dawn swim and a brightening morning sky off the Battery Rocks near the Jubilee Lido in Penzance
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  • Just after dawn at Penzance waterfront. In the slowly increasing half-light, I had watched a succession of early morning wild swimmers brave the calm Atlantic waters. They told me it certainly was cold, but the rush they got from the dip had remarkable benefits to their constitution and sense of vitality. They asked me to come down the next morning in my swimming trunks to try for myself.<br />
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After bidding them good morning I wandered along the harbour wall. Looking towards the Lizard Peninsula in the distance, gentle sunlight broke through a band in the clouds and illuminated the smooth sea. As I watched the glow intensify I noticed a pod of dolphins swimming across the bay. Most of the time I could just see the curve of their backs but occasionally one of them would leave the water completely and in this image you can see just that, as gulls cried overhead. It was a rather magical and serene Sunday morning.
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  • Sunrise over Mounts Bay, Penzance, Cornwall
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  • Nominated in 10th (2017) International Colour Awards (Fine Art category) <br />
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Jubilee Pool is an Art Deco lido on the Penzance promenade. Today was the last day open to swimmers before closure for winter. The sun sparkled on the water but a cool breeze blew in from the West, ruffling the pool surface and bringing with it grey threatening clouds. It’s always sad for me, the end of Summer.
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  • First light from the East over Penzance harbour in Mount's Bay, South West Cornwall.
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  • Dawn appears over the horizon from Penzance harbour - Scillonian ferry in dry dock
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  • A flock of birds were amongst the first signs of life as a new day began over the old town of Penzance in South West Cornwall. On the horizon a huge carrier ship sits in the bay. Increasing sunlight slowly increased the contrast on the calm sea beyond the old buildings of this busy working harbour
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  • A dawn swim and a brightening morning sky off the Battery Rocks near the Jubilee Lido in Penzance
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  • A full moon rises over Penzance Harbour and the Isles of Scilly ferrry the Scillonian. The old lifeboat house can be seen in the foreground.
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  • As dawn gave way to very early morning, the white sided Isles of Scilly steamship, the Scillonian III became visible against Penzance quayside last week. Interior cabin lights burned yellow against the cool blues of the morning light and there was silence as the world woke up
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  • Scillonian ferry in Penzance dry dock during a storm lashed night.
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  • Got up early this morning, melting overnight. Went out for some cool air in the thick sea fog. After about an hour the fog thinned and just a mist remained. At 9.08 am, just ahead of schedule, the Scillonian III slipped it's warps and gently steamed past St Michaels Mount on its 2 3/4 hr journey to St Mary's on the Isles of Scilly. <br />
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Had several images from this morning that I really liked but just had to post this one first as two iconic subjects lined up. Even saw dolphins breaching this morning. Quite magical.
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  • Penzance Harbour at dusk
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  • The gorgeous gaff-ketch Bessie Ellen sailing in Mount's Bay off Newlyn, as seen from our Admiralty Fleet moored in Penzance :-) So utterly fantastic to see historic ships still sailing for real. <br />
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Bessie Ellen is a 98 ton Gaff Ketch built in 1904 and flies eight sails covering 330 square meters! She was built to carry cargo and continued to do so until 1979
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  • Location for joyful screams of kids playing in the bright blue sparkling waters of this famous lido, seem a distant memory on this cold mind winter dawn. The water looks dark and sinister and threatening clouds slowly roll in from the Atlantic Ocean. <br />
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Nevertheless, there is something about this 1930s structure that retains the promise of more laughs and happiness to come.
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  • The most beautiful patterns caused by a sheen of water running over a wide expanse of sandy beach at Marazion, Cornwall.
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  • A fisherman, a seagull and a gig called Mermaid all share the calm open space of Mount’s Bay early one January morning. For three sets of indivuals who had all been working hard, there was a sense of serenity in this Atlantic bay.
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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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  • The Abbey Slip, Penzance at dusk
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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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  • A flood-lit St Michael's Mount glows in the blackness whilst a huge Harvest Moon slowly rises behind.
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  • As the early morning fog lifted, leaving a gentle mist, a lady quietly entered the sea and swam offshore, to a point where she just floated on her back and looked up at the day ahead.
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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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  • Beautfully mixed weather this last few days, marking the beginning of Autumn. Thankfully it's remained warm the whole time, and when the sun comes out it still feels like Summer. Photographically of course the return of clouds and varied weather conditions lends itself to more photographic opportunities.
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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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  • Cramped streets and a tapestry of clean air inspired, lichen-covered rooftops in the once fishing village, now holiday home resort of Mousehole, (pronounced Mouzel) This village in Mediaeval times was a busier fishing port than either Penzance or Newlyn! Though its a great shame the town has been dominated by tourism, the architecture & character of the place, through it's architecture, remains beautiful, unique and history rich.
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  • Cramped streets and a tapestry of clean air inspired, lichen-covered rooftops in the once fishing village, now holiday home resort of Mousehole, (pronounced Mouzel) This village in Mediaeval times was a busier fishing port than either Penzance or Newlyn! Though its a great shame the town has been dominated by tourism, the architecture & character of the place, through it's architecture, remains beautiful, unique and history rich.
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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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  • The Scillonian, part of the Isles of Scilly Steamship Company, gently heads back into Penzance after its crossing from the Isles of Scilly. There was such calm that evening and hardly a soul about as the moon rose higher in the sky. Over the gentle sound of the waves all we could hear was the throb of the steamship engines.
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  • The edge, just one edge, of the huge and tempestuous Atlantic Ocean. It has scared me yet fascinated me since childhood. So vast, so changeable, so alluring, so tempting, so deathly.  Wold Rock Lighthouse can be seen in the distance to the far right, and Longships light is just out of sight around the corner, but they can only help to indicate potential death to the unwary sailor. Here a yacht sails Eastward, for either Penzance or Falmouth, but what this image screamed to me, is that we are nothing more than a speck of kevlar on a huge dark and unforgiving ocean, most of the time we just play at the edges and only the hardy few or ocean going vessels ever really chance their fate here. When I visited Horta in the Azores in 2005, and witnessed tiny 28 footers wearily enter the large harbour, having sailed for weeks to get there from America, it really gave me my first indication about just how vast my Cornish sea really is, from South Africa to Antarctica and then over to the South America and the States and then right up to the Arctic - awesome body of water we dip our toes in!.
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