Polperro

Today is beset by torrential rains that have come and gone these past few days. I have not seen such rain here before. The hot sunny days of April are a forlorn memory, mocked by the trees high on the hillsides, their frenzied dance to the rhythm of the gales overhead. This little shngle beach appears like magic out of the water for a couple of hours either side of low tide, surrounded by rocky cliffs and high walls. Standing In the brief lulls between bouts of dark rain, you are in the enchanted stillness of Prospero's island, with the tempest raging just beyond the rocks.