This little chapel sits on top of a hill in St. Ives overlooking the sea. I have to say the congregation probably don't have the strength to sing any hymns when they get there. It is a steep climb and Kitty and I were puffing and panting when we got to top of the hill. One verse of Jerusalem and I'd be finished. :)
There was a time I would have looked and thought anyone can do that. I have since come to appreciate things like the fine sharp edge and clean lines around the windows and door. The light on the rocks the grasses and the sky. Try as I may I can't get those elements all at once.
