Friday, November 02, 2007

As I was going to St Ives...

I didn't meet any men with sacks of kittens, but we had a lovely morning between the sands of Porthmeor beach (not shown above)and the jumble of narrow roads that makes up St Ives' harbour front.

St Ives has a large community of artists, and its own branch of the Tate Gallery.

From there we crossed the Cornish peninsula to Falmouth, which has one of the deepest harbours in the world. It reminded me quite a bit of the much larger port of Plymouth, further east along the same coastline.

Scenes from a masterclass in begging.

And finally, this gem from this month's edition of newsletter Ansible:
J.K. ROWLING surprised a Carnegie Hall audience with the news that her
Hogwarts headmaster was gay, and had been in love with his rival
Grindelwald. Fans tried hard not to remember the comment by JKR's
character Rita Skeeter about Dumbledore and his legendary duel of magic
with that rival: 'After they've read my book, people may be forced to
conclude that Grindelwald simply conjured a white handkerchief from the
end of his wand and came quietly.'

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