Our last morning in Boscastle found us enjoying this beautiful view of the harbour. I know it is only a postcard picture, however for me it is a lovely reminder of the moment we climbed up the path and enjoyed the familiar view while soaking up the early morning sun. So many wonderful memories of this place to remember. I’m sure we will be back some time…
I loved the little shipping boat in the harbour, especially when it was lit by the sun rays breaking through the cloudy sky. Only at home when editing the picture I noticed its name, Beeny. I can only assume it was called after Beeny Cliff just above Boscastle. The same cliff Thomas Hardy wrote about in his poem dedicated to his beloved wife.
O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea,
And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free-
The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me.
The pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away
In a nether sky, engrossed in saying their ceaseless babbling say,
As we laughed light-heartedly aloft on that clear-sunned March day.
A little cloud then cloaked us, and there flew an irised rain,
And the Atlantic dyed its levels with a dull misfeatured stain,
And then the sun burst out again, and purples prinked the main.
-Still in all its chasmal beauty bulks old Beeny to the sky,
And shall she and I not go there once again now March is nigh,
And the sweet things said in that March say anew there by and by?
What if still in chasmal beauty looms that wild weird western shore,
The woman now is-elsewhere-whom the ambling pony bore,
And nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will laugh there nevermore.