By the time that Jim was walking the dogs up the hill it had moved over Perranuthnoe
and Trebarvah - you can't see me, but I was up at the top of the hill taking photos
When Wooster wasn't sure if it was me or not - Pointer in the mist !
Jim and Tilly making their way up at a more leisurely speed
They carried on round the field and back down to home
The blackthorn and gorse add such a splash of colour. I am still jealous of the fish selection in Newlyn. last time I went there I also took a picture of the counter. San Diego may be a fishing town, but rarely do you see such a selection of fish, and quite frankly, it doesn't taste of much at all.
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