Beyond the Sea-Roads 
From 'Sea Stories' | Porthminster Gallery | St Ives

"And the white ships of winter lie, In the sea-roads of the moor..." - The Seasons in North Cornwall, Charles Causley

Beyond_the_Sea_Roads01 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, available at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #01 | oil on board

Future memories of the Cornish coast
Call_of_the_Tide#01 oil on board by Ian harrold at the Porthminster gallery

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Beyond_the_Sea_Roads02 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, available at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #02 | oil on board

The coast and filelds of North Cornwall 
Call_of_the_Tide#02 oil on board by Ian harrold at the Porthminster gallery

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Beyond_the_Sea_Roads03 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, available at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #03 | oil on board

Where the land meets the sea
Call_of_the_Tide#03 oil on board by Ian harrold at the Porthminster gallery

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Beyond_the_Sea_Roads04 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, available at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #04 | oil on board

Longing for the Cornish coast
Call_of_the_Tide#04 oil on board by Ian harrold at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #04 | framed

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Beyond_the_Sea_Roads01 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, available at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #05 | oil on board

Future memories of the Cornish coast
Call_of_the_Tide#05 oil on board by Ian harrold at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #05 | framed

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Beyond_the_Sea_Roads06 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, available at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #06 | oil on board

Future memories of the Cornish coast
Call_of_the_Tide#06 oil on board by Ian harrold at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #06 | framed

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Beyond_the_Sea_Roads07 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, available at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #07 | oil on board

Future memories of the Cornish coast
Call_of_the_Tide#07 oil on board by Ian harrold at the Porthminster gallery

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Beyond_the_Sea_Roads08 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, available at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #08 | oil on board

Future memories of the Cornish coast
Call_of_the_Tide#08 oil on board by Ian harrold at the Porthminster gallery

Beyond the Sea-Roads #08 | framed

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In normal times, life in rural North Cornwall is punctuated by the comings and goings of the garden birds, the highlight being in early May as our swallows arrive from South Africa. They herald our summer. All is well.

This year, all has not been well, yet the birds remain, the Blackbirds and Robins seem to sing louder. They are trying to give reassurance. I don't know if the Robins really do need the compost turning for worms, but they ask just the same.

We are close to Launceston, the old County Town of Cornwall, once the home of arguably its most famous son, the poet Charles Causley. During this last year of work in the workshop I have thought many times of his poem 'The Seasons in North Cornwall'. In this the most extreme promentory in England, one is never far from the sea. Over the years we have taken for granted the hours spent amongst the rocks of hidden coves, perhaps gazing out to sea as the wavelets lap around our feet, sinking our toes into swirling eddies of sharp sand and shingle. Most years we also paddle our kayaks around Mounts Bay, off Marazion, and St Michael's Mount, and on the North Breton coast. This year our feet have remained dry, our kayak paddles unused. Looking back through photographs taken on these visits it is clear that those times have marked the passage of our days, mapped our seasons.

We must learn to treasure them more, but for now, we hold those memories close.



The Seasons in North Cornwall, by Charles Causley 

O Spring has set off her green fuses 

Down by the Tamar today, 

And careless, like tide-marks, the hedges, 

Are bursting with almond and may. 

Here lie I waiting for old summer, 

A red face and straw-coloured hair has he: 

I shall meet him on the road from Marazion 

And the Mediterranean Sea.

 September has flung a spray of rooks 

On the sea-chart of the sky, 

 The tall shipmasts crack in the forest

 And the banners of autumn fly 

 My room is a bright glass cabin, 

 All Cornwall thunders at my door, 

 And the white ships of winter lie 

 In the sea-roads of the moor.