Magical Release At The Mouth Of The White River

River Vinnick or the White River opposite my house

On the opposite side of the road to where I live in Cornwall there is a small river, the River Vinnick though it is known locally as the White River. When the rain is heavy the water can become quite white from the china clay in the hills.

At the mouth of the White River, as it joins the sea, the water changes to a pleasant blue.

Where the River Vinnick meets the sea at Pentewan

Though looking out to sea from the river's exit the water looks a little choppy and chilly on a cold but bright April day.

Looking out to sea from the River Vinnick's mouth

Karin and I walked along the beach and I felt it necessary to write the number 67 in the damp sand. There was no one else about, probably too cold for the emmets.

Pentewan Beach

The mouth of the River Vinnick is at the small harbour of Pentewan. It's not really a harbour as such any more but was once a busy place in the 1800s. From here Cornish tin and other minerals, plus the local china clay was shipped all over the world.

Pentewan Harbour - the gate bridge no longer keeps out the sea

The harbour is a pleasant place to sit but, unfortunately, not a ship or boat in sight just a few ducks and swans lazily paddle through the still water.

Pentewan Harbout

Some of the old machinery is still in position, now rusting away but somehow adds to the attraction of the place.

Machinery from the 1800s alongside Pentewan Harbout

And if you walk away from the harbour to the small village there's the Piskey Cove for tea and ice cream or even B&B for the night. There's also a pub, of course, for a pint of the local beer.

Piskey Cove, Pentewan Village for B&B, teas and ice cream

I just wanted to go to the mouth of the river to release a problem and let it disappear into the vast expanse of the sea. Funnily enough it worked. Magic!

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