A few years ago, I was at the Port Eliot Festival, in Cornwall, England, and took a side jaunt to this little coastal village not far away. I got there near sunset, just as the fishing boats were coming in with the day’s catch. Polperro Harbour was glowing in the evening sun, seemingly unchanged by time—magical! I vowed to return, but so far have only done so in my studio. A case of “lockdown wishful thinking.”
