Morning Point; Spanish Ledges buoy. At this place is a reef, exposed at spring tides at low water. The bell still rings out, the sound is something heard in the dead of night, like some ancient ship passing through the mists of the past. Upon hearing it again, all the memories of earlier years flooded back when I stayed on Scilly at Porthcressa. That was a time of magic. My cousin Pauline ran the Porthcressa Beach Cafe, when it was a large timber boarded building.
23rd May 2009
