The coast in winter is a special place. When we came to Port Wrinkle beach on a late December morning we found the seascape lived up to its name. From the clifftop at least the incoming tide looked scenically ‘wrinkled’.
But down on the shore it was another story. Those ‘wrinkles’ reared and unravelled with such force they left you breathless. This was Cornwall where for centuries past communities had depended on the sea, and not only for fish, but for smuggling and the harvesting of washed up cargos from wrecked ships. Soon you were wondering how it would be if life and livelihood meant the daily taking on of such seas. Would you have the heart for it?
You know you wouldn’t. But never mind. We were only there to look. And spectators can afford to be thrilled. And so thrilled we were. Bring on the white horses!
copyright 2021 Tish Farrell
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: words beginning with B and W
Tish Farrell 
Gorgeous seascapes.
Thank you, A-C.
oh wow Tish, these are fabulous. definitely the start of a fabulous film
Thank you for, Becky. The start of a film – now that’s an enticing thought.
Wonderful! I can feel the excitement, Tish 🤗💕
All the whooshing!
Oh pretty…That first one would make a lovely “scratch board” piece of art.
I like that notion, Beverly.
Oh Tish these photos of yours works so brilliantly with both these challenges 😀 😀 Bravo.
Many thanks, Cee. Am loving the ‘bravo’.
I can almost hear the roar of the waves. Absolutely lovely.
janet
Thanks, Janet. Nothing quite like the sound of turbulent surf 🙂
Majestic scenes Tish. The sound of the surf must have been tremendous.
It was indeed exhilarating, Ju-Lyn. Good for blowing away cobwebs external and internal 🙂
Were you tempted at all to dip a toe in? I imagine that wouldn’t be possible to just insert a toe – the surf looks pretty wicked!
There’s nothing like watching a wild sea! So much power. Love the photos, esp the 2nd to last. Wild horses indeed.
Alison
We’ll be glad to be able to go to the seaside again.