Saturday 5th May
.
The rest of the country
Might be bathed in sunshine
But down here in Cornwall
The fog clings to the brine
.
Feels a little like me
Stuck beneath a dark cloud
Whilst all around I see
Smiles, laughter in the crowd
.
Out on the horizon
I can see the blue sky
Edging ever closer
My world to beautify
.
Remembering your sweet smile
Dearest, darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Foggy Bank Holiday weekend on Porthmeor Beach
Low tide and grey in the harbour
Smeaton’s Pier
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
I believe many people who are smiling just don’t want you to see the sadness they are covering. It requires bravery to let others see the way you’re really feeling.
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Oh my, that is so very true.
Thank you.
x
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Yes, the fog is cloying – on the beach, and in your brain sometimes. You just can’t shake it. Very nice words Melanie.
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Aww, thank you so much.
Most kind.
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Hope your skies clear soon
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Thank you…. so do I….
Unfortunately it was another day where the sea fog rolled in, and failed to clear. A few miles away, or on the south coast, it was beautiful.
I think we’ll venture further afield tomorrow.
x 🌞 x
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I always love your photos! xx
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Thank you Lynn.
I always have my phone handy.
x 👼🏻 x
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Maybe I am strange but I like fog
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It can be quite surreal.
x 💖 x
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