Welcome back to our newest addition to the Impossible Blog: Impossible’s Analog Travelog! In this series, we’ll be showcasing fantastic Impossible photos taken on voyages the world over. This entry comes from Leonie Wise who traveled to Cornwall this past December and brought along some Impossible film…
We arrive just as the light is fading. It’s raining and all I can hear is the sea, hurling itself on the stones of the beach, the wind hurling itself around our little cabin and the furious drumming of rain on the roof. It’s cold and getting dark, but still, we lean ourselves out the window to get closer to the sounds and smells without getting wet. We are rewarded with the sight of two or three bats, darting around outside the window, feeding on whatever is out there in the gathering darkness.
We’ve got a week of holidaying on Cornwall’s shipwreck coast. It’s some of the best surfing in England. This coastline is the real 50 Shades of Grey.
Every morning, the first thing I do is raise the blinds and look out the window. The view always the same, yet always a new colour in the sky or the waves. Some mornings we are alone here, others the tide is low and the waves are right and there are from 1-15 surfers out in the surf at the south end of the bay.
The rock formations on this coast are magnificent: some jut out of the sea like the hulls of shipwrecks; some lie close to the shore, like the skeletal remains of some beached marine creature; others stick out of the roiling waters like needle-sharp teeth. Beautiful to look at, dangerous to navigate in a boat.
Some days the weather is so stormy that we stay inside all day, gazing out the windows at the foaming seas. Other days, we venture out… A walk on ‘our’ beach or one nearby, a churchyard, the coastal path. On this coast, the prevailing wind is so strong that all the trees grow sideways.Read all