Something wasn’t right with yesterday’s blog entry, yet I couldn’t put my finger on it. The superlatives were all there, the white sands and the turquoise sea, but reading it back I didn’t seem to give it the sense of what I felt when we were there.
However, it came to me about 3am this morning (as usual I was awake and thinking….), that the footprints in the sand looked like an intrusion as if they shouldn’t have been there. I was picturing it after the high tide at night when everyone had left, the cove would once again be pristine, cleaned of any footprints. What a wonderful sight that must be. And yet this wonder happens twice a day.
Adventures in Vera 
Like your thoughts about the footprints and the tide. Did you have the place to yourselves? That would make it more special too. xx
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Almost Anne.. When we were on the cliffs looking down the cove was deserted which made me think about the intrusion…
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Kynance cove is truly stunning, love your thoughts on footprints in the sand, perfect when the crowds have gone 🙂
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Thank you for your comments, Gerry.
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