The winds are wild and Portreath is the place to see good waves and the surges of water in the harbour. We were rather late for high tide but it was lovely in the sunshine nonetheless. There were not many people around and few of those not in jackets. It’s not really feeling like August.
Walking back to the car we spotted a parrot in a van and it soon became clear that he was having a conversation with the man beside him. I took the photo from a long way away!
The wild winds have wreaked havoc with our garden. One set of beans is down, the Canna broke off at the base, there is general mayhem and the Marguerites have all been blown into the Crinodendron branches giving an effect that pleases me.
