Today in Cornwall we had a few magical hours early after the misty start, when the sun showed us her face. Louie and I made for Tregonning Hill an ancient place where from very early prehistoric times man has lived. The hill is mystery personified and when you get the chance to walk its hilltop and wild feral paths hopefully alone is swallows you up … and leaves its memories on you..
descending from the summit
entering into wilderness paths
the bracken are living wild on these damp misty days we have had
this place oozes past times
the beautiful foxgloves are approaching their prime…