Saturday 17th August
.
Gone from my arms
But placed in my heart
I cannot hold you
But we’re never apart
.
Love you poppet
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx
A few cirrus clouds, high in the sky, over Porthmeor
Red flagged at the Island end
Colourful windbreaks and tents
Pretty cirrus wisps above the harbour
Low tide
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Lots of wonderful cloudscapes here. Thank you.
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Thank you.
It really was a pretty day, and the clouds were beautiful.
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That they were.
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I just āoutedā you to a friend whoās vacationing in the motherland. She posted pics of her morning hike, and I was caught instantly by the thought, āThatās the SAME beach MeRaw posts pics of!ā
Of course, I had to tell her and I told her I couldnāt recall you ever including the name of the beach – as she had – but it was Tate adjacent, so by Chris-Logic, it *had* to be the same beach.
Then, of course, today I see you name the beach…yup, Porthmeor.
If you see brassy yank gals wearing floppy hats, give her a wave!
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Oh my… How extraordinary. I’ll be on the lookout for big hats and American accents now. ššŗš²š
(At the moment there are lots of German and Japanese tourists in town. They love the location of the filming of the Rosamunde Pilcher romantic fiction novels. And of course the amazing location of the Tate above Porthmeor Beach šļø).
Waving frantically to all Americans šš»
Thank you and take care.
Melanie x
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