Featured image: The raindrop dabbled sign says 40 minutes to Porthleven; double that in mud.
Cogitation 10 Saturday 10 March 2018 “Isn’t it wonderful!” exclaimed the raingear clad woman, her dog on a lead, of the rain and sleet we encountered on the walk to lunch last Sunday.
Our party of four going to the Halsetown Inn included niece Rachel Bender, her aunt Evelyn, Marty and me.
During the week we were out on foot locally from the Atlantic to the English Channel, with travel to starting points, other than foot, by train, bus, car and taxi. We had rain with bright spells, rainbows, days where sunscreen came in handy, persistent rain and fog on Friday, a warmer gray Saturday that by midmorning had turned to blue sky and sun.
I’ll keep weather-related cogitations to a minimum, partly because I’m just getting into two books, How to Read Water: Clues and patterns from puddles to the sea, by Tristan Gooley (Hodder & Stoughton Ltd, 2016), and The Right Attitude To Rain, by Alexander McCall Smith (Little, Brown, 2006). Promising reads.
The key to contentment, then, according to McCall Smith in this mystery, has a lot to do with attitude. It’s making the most of what you have. According to Gooley, it’s like getting one’s mind, body and soul wrapped up in the magic contained in water. Stay tuned.
Every day this week we were out in the elements, walking along rivers, the Atlantic, the English Channel, and through fields. We covered 50 miles on foot in six days. Thursday we had nothing but wind and the continuous radiance of sun. Friday we had rain all day. Thankfully, Friday was St Ives day: library, lunch, shopping, Tate St Ives and cream tea. Dinner at Beck’s Fish and Chips in Carbis Bay capped the day and week.
Rather than describe the week further in words, I’ll try to tell the story in photographs.
Monday was memorable for muddy paths, sea views, companionable lunch
Tuesday, a day in Truro, capital of Cornwall, population 20,000
Wednesday, walk along St Michael’s Way
Thursday, cliff and sand dunes along the Atlantic, lunch at the Godrevy Café
Friday, walk along the South West Coast Path to St Ives
Saturday, gray to start, sun by mid-morning, Rachel and Ev going home
Justice for mud
Rachel found this verse by Gareth Lancaster, I’m in love with mud: “I’m in love with mud, / It’s sad I know, but true. I just can’t help but splash in it, / Or stomp a path right through.”
Mud is beneficial for birds, if not quite the stuff of fondness for many adults. For wading birds it provides a glorious meal. Eat on ye wading birds.
Bright spells in your new week.