I imagine Tintagel is pretty stormy tonight, but I understand that feeling, part of me wants to be there to.
Or in a little stone cottage on a cliff, with a fire alight, looking out the window at the storm. Part of me always wants that.
An amazing little church I found near Tintagel, with the most beautiful window I have ever seen.
This is why I love Cornwall. This is what it means to me. It’s essence. What draws me.
Merlin’s Cave - Tintagel
It forms a tunnel right under the land-bridge to the ‘island’ of Tintagel castle. Some of it is always half-full of water. I took off my shoes and waded through.
Sometimes I wonder if we live backwards, or forward, or all at once, simultaneously.
As I wrote in my travel notebook. from high on the cliffs of Tintagel ‘everything until now was just the journey’.
I can’t help but find pattern in the chaos, I see how everything I’ve ever loved, everyone I’ve cherished, everything that’s mattered to me, all the things that have happened to me, culminate. They are echoed in that image, that sound.
Maybe this, in the present, too, is just another step towards the eventual conclusion.
My past did not contribute to my present and future, it seems too overwhelming for that, it’s more like something I’ve always known, and little things reminded me of it, so I hung onto them, until I found something more like the thing I am forever returning to.
I’m kind of angry because technology.
I saw this step-by step tutorial of how to Gird Your Loins and it needed to be readjusted.
I need this for when I’m trying to ride a bicycle in a floor length dress.
While giving Ouse and Wensum some fresh water it occurred to me, for the first time, to wonder how long
marine marimo (uh, phone autocorrect) can live.
If I keep on giving them clean water and sunlight, would they live forever?
Could I still be carrying them around when I’m 60? Be that lady whose life companions have been two balls of aquatic moss?
You should buy Dave cookies.
No, he fancies me too much as it is. He’s about 60. I’m not sure if he speaks really slowly or he’s just got a really thick Suffolk accent.
I tried to be polite about him but frankly he’s an eejit and deserved it. We did tell him many times ‘don’t go near the wasps nest’ ‘you don’t have to do that’ but we’re women and he won’t take orders from women.