First of all I took some pictures of Wheal Prosper which, sadly, wasn't prosperous and was only open for six years in the 1860s. Then it was down to the beach, which was an achievement in itself with many steep steps to negotiate and then towards the bottom they more or less disappear altogether and you slither down the last bit. The photo with the purple arrow shows where you emerge from.
I took loads of photographs that afternoon and I've found it hard to whittle them down to just a few so I'm posting more than usual. The sky changed quite a bit during the course of the afternoon; these are taken from about 1pm through to late afternoon. From high tide to nearly low.
Wheal Prosper
Hmm, this arty one...
... or this arty one?
If you click on this photo you can see the purple arrow but, basically, you emerge out of the oval hole, bang in the middle of this photo.
Invasion of the killer spiders (oh, ok, invasion of the dried up seaweed)
Toes, unpainted, but with the vague beginnings of a tan, so not so bad
Wheal Prosper high above the beach
Self-ex: rock pool
Leaving the cove at low tide
A last look at Wheal Prosper
And a lovely afternoon came to an end.
Love from The Lizard Girl
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