It’s rare for those who live in Plymouth, a city with notoriously wet and cold weather, to enjoy a day at the end of February which could forgivably be mistaken for mid-summer.
We decided to embrace the sun’s fleeting rays and made for the coast.
Clambering over the rocks I turned to look back at the city and thought it demanded a photograph.
I’m annoyed I didn’t have an instrument more photographically capable than my phone, but it will have to do.
Robby Cowell 2012