A few days in Cornwall with no real plan beyond following the coast. Long walks, narrow lanes, and plenty of stops whenever the light caught something worth photographing. Most mornings started slowly, with a coffee and a vague idea of where to head, usually abandoned as soon as a different path looked more interesting.

There were pasties eaten overlooking the sea, shoes full of sand, and the familiar shuffle between taking a jacket off and putting it straight back on. Between the rain showers, the water would brighten and the whole coastline would look different for a few minutes. I kept the camera close, trying to catch the small things as much as the views: weathered walls, quiet harbours, and whatever was happening along the way.

These are a few moments from the trip. Nothing particularly planned, just a little time by the sea and a reason to slow down.