As the golden hour light bathed the north Devon coastline. The grass on this hillside at Hartland looked amazing. I love the contrast in this image. The scene is rugged and remote yet the link to humanity is ever present. However, in this image I like how the communication line that links Hartland to the outside world is hanging by a thread, having become detached from one of the telegraph poles.
On the left of the image you can just see the start of the top of the cliffs that surround the bay. The elevation of this photo is far above the sea floor. In a few days when lock-down in the county is eased, I can imagine Hartland returning to its normally level of business. Seeing the beautiful locations local to me all but abandoned is very surreal, especially in the summer months.
