Sunday, 23 August 2015

Hell's Mouth to Portreath

Hell's Mouth is a sinister place because of its history of suicides.
But the walk along the clifftops to Portreath is exhilarating. Fabulous colours. A steep climb towards the end is rewarded by a spectacular waterfall.
So tired on reaching home that I attempted potato crisps. Totally delicious and such a bad idea.
Another memorable thing about this walk: encountering a woman who had picked two huge wild mushrooms, monstrously big. She was holding them like mini parasols and in conversation with a fellow walker about what to do with them. Could she go home and eat them? Would they be delicious? The answer would have been - not to have picked them in the first place, especially as she couldn't identify them. An act verging on vandalism... a strong word, but it felt a bit like it.

Reading and watching

  • Foot by Foot to Santiago de Compostela/Judy Foot
  • The Testament of Mary with Fiona Shaw at the Barbican
  • The Testament of Mary/Colm Toibin
  • Schwanengesang/Schubert - Tony Spence
  • Journals/Robert Falcon Scott
  • Fugitive Pieces/Ann Michaels
  • Unless/Carol Shields
  • Faust/Royal Opera House
  • The Art of Travel/Alain de Botton
  • Mad Men Series 6
  • A Week at The Airport/Alain de Botton
  • The Railway Man/Eric Lomax
  • Bright Lights, Big City/Jay McInerney
  • Stones of Venice/John Ruskin
  • The Sea, the Sea/Iris Murdoch
  • Childe Harold/Lord Byron
  • All The Pretty Horses/Cormac McCarthy
  • Extreme Rambling/Mark Thomas
  • Story of my Life/Jay McInerney
  • Venice Observed/Mary McCarthy