There was a large crowd with us at the windy Wharf today, everybody waiting for innocent victims (tourists) to become soaked.
Our favorite little sweet cottage is right there, and whenever we stay we hover around watching at high tide. It's only a matter of time before, WHAM! down it comes at high velocity on their hapless little heads. The watchers laugh and the tourists scream. Without fail. Today's tide was massive, so we sacrificed our dryness to see what would happen, taking videos. I became wet but it didn't matter, because of my new waterproof coat.
The children of St Ives loved getting soaked. Their mothers called for them to "Get away!" but they ran through it the way they would a sprinkler in the heat of summer (does Cornwall ever have sprinklers in the heat of summer? I'm thinking, not).
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