I must have gone past within an hour of you taking this picture. Advancing on over the bridge that spans the tidal marshes I admired a heron in full hunting stance when the essence of St. Erth drifted through the car window. This is a usual phenomenon on a cold crisp morning and ruins the ambience of the setting.
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