Gwithian.

Bright, breezy and sunny one minute, piddling down the next. Lots of sheltering in caves, there was a ghost in one of them wailing away. Or maybe it was the wind.
I'm having trouble with my left eye. When I blink it forgets to open again so I've been going around winking at everyone - old men, old ladies, pesky young windsurfers who intrude into my shots, couples, children - you name it, they've been winked at. Hasn't got me into trouble though. Yet...