Summer Nights

Just a couple of snaps from the just past weekend local ‘adventure’ with friends. I was going to include them as part of a post I’m working on that, for once isn’t about me, ha, and that also, for a change, requires me to think a little about what I’m going to write  – it’s important you see. I changed my mind however on including them in that post so, while  that one sits in my drafts for a little while longer, I’m slinging them up here. I’m sure I’ll manage to insert myself into that next post somehow however, because, well, you know…  ;-)

Sunset. Cornwall doesn't have any wilderness.. but it does have some really beautiful spots to spend the night, and it really does not take much imagination to escape the tourists. Happily.
Sunset. Cornwall doesn’t have any wilderness.. but it does have some quite wonderful spots to spend a perfect summer night, and it really does not take much imagination to escape the tourists. Happily.  I’ve been riding around on my old Nomad quite a lot recently.. the bike has lots of happy memories worn into the patina of its paintwork  – it has become very much a treasured friend that I’m quite happy to ‘sleep with’ if you see what I mean..
.. and dawn. my old Integral Designs siltarp 1 is perfect pitched like this on a night with only the possibility of a light shower and a heavy dew. It's gone a bit slack with the damp, I need to make myself some kevlar guys I think which will help.
.. and dawn. My old (ancient.. relatively, 1998 vintage) Integral Designs Siltarp 1 is perfect pitched like this on a night with only the possibility of a light shower and a heavy dew. It’s gone a bit slack with the damp, I need to make myself some kevlar guys I think which might help.
I'm going to sound like a tree-hugging old hippy but really the early morning is the time that I can most easily tune in to a place, to feel it. I cannot sit on a beach in the conventional sense for more than 10 minutes, but with no people around I can sit in this for hours.
I’m going to sound like a tree-hugging old hippy but really the early morning is the time that I can most easily tune in to a place, to feel it. I cannot sit on a beach in the conventional sense for more than 10 minutes, but I can sit in this for hours.
Coffee and conversation is always good too...
Coffee and conversation with other treasured friends is always good too…
sand...
sand… lots of sand.

Right, having got that out of the way I can go back to that other post.. stay tuned :-)

 

 

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