The sun struggled to find a way through the low cloud this morning though the air was warm as any morning in the summer...
man on a mission...
rigged and ready to go...
just too much pressure for the old timbers...
a hazard for all old timers like the lugger Barnabus...
not a breath this morning...
some are immaculate...
the Gry Maritha all set for her next Scillies run...
the old Ygraine or Migraine as she was nicknamed is looking like one of Christo's creations...
Penzance's resident stone man...
outward bound for the fishing ground...
no swimming yet...
as the pool awaits its reconstruction...
one of Penzance's many eclectic windows.