ALONG THE CORNISH COAST
It’s a wild and blustery afternoon as I step off the train at Penzance. A brisk wind whipping off the Atlantic buffets me along the platform and out onto the street. We Brits love talking about the weather, and the warm microclimate in this part of Cornwall means there is much to be said. Storms come up, blow through, and clear, leaving behind bright sunshine. And so, by the time I reach my hotel—it’s a seven-minute walk from the station—a warm evening light has made its way through the clouds.
After checking in, I rendezvous with my photographer friend Emily Mott. Emily’s just wrapped up a shoot in the area and we’ve arranged to spend the next four days together exploring the coastline and seaside towns of West Cornwall, a ruggedly beautiful region on Britain’s southernmost tip.
Penzance was once a thriving fishing port and is still). But on a quiet afternoon in late spring, all is quiet.
