Porthmeor

Porthmeor

Easy to see
Why you never leave
Me


A steamy morning as the beach awakes. One guy sat to the east of the beach, his chair turned away from the Porthmeor surf and into the haze of the morning sun. At the other end of the beach two travellers were still asleep under a mountain of blankets.

We gently walked from east to west, slowly, steadily, as the turquoise sea carried on its relentless dance.

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