Port Wrinkle

On The Horizon

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Winter sea off Port Wrinkle, Cornwall

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This week at  Leanne’s Monochrome Madness, host Dawn from The Day After asks us to post HORIZONS.  The photos here were taken in the Dynamic Monochrome setting of my erstwhile point-and-shoot Lumix Panasonic.

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December on Llanddwyn Island, Anglesey

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Mawddach Estuary, Wales – two horizons in one

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Hikers on the Stiperstones, South Shropshire hills

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I gave this final photo a sepia look: the black and white contrast seemed too harsh, but that’s all I did to it. Where did the sky go? A case of a lost horizon? All in all, a rather strange photo, but then the Stiperstones ridge top is a very strange place…

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Copyright 2026 Tish Farrell

Bright Water, Wild Breakers

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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’.

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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!

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copyright 2021 Tish Farrell

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: words beginning with B and W

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White Horses All Of A Lather at Port Wrinkle

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Talk about elemental energy. This morning the sea was in such a boil at Port Wrinkle that the beach was filled with spume. It was blowing across the rocks like thistle down, then settling in shivering masses – as if a prelude to some alien hatching. What it might turn into who can tell, but all that whipped up air filled us to the brim. We all but galloped up and down the beach. Yee-HAAA!

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