I was not on Fistral Bay ! I was not even with a so called model I had wished to see, but that’s a common thing in the life of a photographer..If It wasn’t for others in my company I would even tell her to turn around and walk back to her vehicle ! But that would be a mistake since these three things kept her! Her hair , my peeps and indeed the majestic sea.The Ocean is so majestic that I could feel my imagination RUMBLING big ! And that matter most to me ! She was nothing more than a tad close to mediocre and that didnt matter to me either because I made her fit to what was bigger than her and bigger than me ..
The poem is about Fistral bay but I was at Yirrell Bay , a sea in between..They are only in one way very similar! Fistral Beach is best known for surfing. Its west-facing aspect exposes it to Atlantic swells ensuring consistent waves suitable for surfing.
written by George Barker from Rare Book published 1935 ( first publication) – poem written 1927
Yirell is almost so unknown . Its a Mecca of silence . One barely ever sees more than 20 people per day crossing it. Even on its busy summer days the main beach may cater only to 200 max laying on a its part of Sandy stretch.