Yellow on a grey day…
The sky, the water, the cliffs, the narrow roads, the stone cottages and the slate roofs are all shades of grey.
Grey smoke curls from the chimneys of a few cottages that have wood burning stoves and people indoors to be comforted by them.
The village shop bears notices of impending funerals and estate agents signs appear in the village.
However.
The ferry still runs across the estuary, taking children to school, and soon we will be watching “Puss in Boots”- this year’s post-Christmas season pantomime, which will be written, and acted by residents of our tiny resident community.
Yellow buoys decorate the harbour like long awaited spring flowers.
January in Polruan.
