Sometimes it feels as if this is true. William Shakespeare wrote the quote which is the title of this painting and the nearly true statement in Twelth Night. One of my favourite W.S plays.

A rainy day in Penzance. What to do?

A lot of enjoyable faffing about and dog walking in damp conditions and an afternoon trip to Penlee Gallery and Museum.  Which was a wonderful welcoming place.

And here is the serendipity of  live blogging.

The sun is out this morning, the Bobbers are up and the sea is exceptionally chilly.

No more arty faff. Just me and sunrise and my post swim plunge pool.

In my dreams the pool was a hot Jacuzzi.