As a child I climbed to peer through the telescope focused on the English Channel and beyond to the mighty Atlantic Ocean. This rusting relic with blurred and scratched lens no longer clearly shows the white caps and the waves slapping against the sandstone cliffs. As you slowly swing it around, the large rocks, Thatcher and Ore Stone are just visible, but now clearer with the naked eye. Little sailboats and occasional fishing boats crossing Tor Bay appear as murky blobs.
Perhaps, when I was a child, the lens was new and bright, unscathed by salt air and time. Maybe this was when, with clear views of endless blue water and large ships visible on the horizon, my heart skipped a beat and it was the start of my desire to 'cross the pond'.
All photographs taken on my trip home in October 2007
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