Food Festival

After a couple of days on the R.I.B. at Mylor, tennis, rowing and the usual vigorous exercise, we sniffed out flavoursome opportunities at Porthleven where the Food Festival had landed. The band sounded best about 100 yards distant due to decibel levels and in truth most of the food seemed to have been eaten, but it was fun none-the-less.

With an horizon of blue merging to black, we risked a walk South to Looe Bar to enjoy the patterns on the sea and the magical pools of light that appear when the weather is confused.