I love thrift (or sea pinks), there's something so cheery about this sturdy little plant that survices on the very edge of the clifftop, endlessly battling the salt and spray. Turns out though that a clay pot in a garden in the middle of England is much more than it can bare though - mine gave up the ghost this winter.
Nevermind, this is where it looks best and despite the heavy rain on Sunday morning when we called at Trebarwith Strand, I really wanted a quick close up look before we thought about heading home as the weather looked pretty set in.
So I set my lovely new bag on the wall and had a good old admiring session (you can imagine how impressed the boys were) then we walked along the cliff path and took in the astounding views and the sea caves; all moody and melancholy under grey skies.
And then, just as we were turning back towards the car park, everything changed. Sunshine and glorious blueness again!
The tide had turned (it comes right up onto the rocks here and you can only get onto the sand for a few hours a day) so we scrambled down for another treat of an afternoon of rockpooling, yet more digging, castle building and splashing about in the river that winds down through the rocks to the sea.
I didn't think we were going to get down to Cornwall this year and I can't quite believe we've had a weekend of summer there. Special days we'll remember for a long, long time.