i finally had a saturday off, so of course we had to go camping. sun and cloud mix, but we drove to cornwall anyway. english camping is a bit strange, large square fields, not a tree in sight. but brits know about their wind breaks and deck chairs, and worst case, there is always a pub. always!
st ives harbor was an icy blue, bright turquoise waters and deep grey skies. windy just the way he likes, and i caught up on my reading.