West Penwith. It has a very different character to the rest of Cornwall: it feels almost like an island. Remote villages and hamlets are strung along one of the most beautiful roads in the land between St Just and St Ives. Travelling by road is slow, tractors, trucks, German campervans, French motorhomes, sharp bends, drystone granite walls, abandoned tin mines, carns, views across the patchwork of ancient arable fields, cows heading for the milking parlour, bleak moorland, gravel lay-bys barely big enough to fit two cars, a maze of hidden lanes and paths and tiny trout streams trickling down to the aquamarine coloured coast.
Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #31 | Landscape