Many of the coves in the Far West of Cornwall were used for smuggling, and today on a moonlit night when the sea is well into the rocky inlets it is easy to imagine the small boats putting into there laden with contraband. This secluded place would give good cover from the excise men.
“But round the North, a light,
A belt, it seem’d, of luminous vapour, lay,
And ever in it a low musical note
Swell’d up and died; and, as it swell’d, a ridge
Of breaker issued from the belt,
People who take photographs often have a favourite subject: pets, people, food, steam trains, abstract images or landscapes. Mine is the last of these, and as with many attracted to taking their camera out of doors this stems from a longstanding love of nature and the countryside, especially the hills.
