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Trezūnger, last house along the esplanade Stares out towards Polruan Point. In the growing storm I feel Atlantic. St Catherine stands Over the harbour, laying her claim to the sea Under the watchful gaze of the eye of Neptune. All the while The trees whisper to the waves in the wind and release Leaves and autumnal fragrance. Clustered cottages shoal Whitewashed in the lee by the ford-over-the-stones-by-the-beach. The tide and the air pressure low as nature ***** a deep breath ready for the storm
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC
Trezūnger
Trezūnger, last house along the esplanade Stares out towards Polruan Point. In the growing storm I feel Atlantic. St Catherine stands Over the harbour, laying her claim to the sea Under the watchful gaze of the eye of Neptune. All the while The trees whisper to the waves in the wind and release Leaves and autumnal fragrance. Clustered cottages shoal Whitewashed in the lee by the ford-over-the-stones-by-the-beach. The tide and the air pressure low as nature ***** a deep breath ready for the storm
'Ford-over-the-stones-by-the-beach' refers to a local beach, Anglicised from the Cornish language to 'Readymoney Beach' (Res an Mena) I thought making the long-winded literal translation would be interesting.
#cornwall#fowey#polruan#harbour#sea
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28/M/Cornwall
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC
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