Felt like walking today even though the weather wasn't that promising - and it was a good 4 mile walk in the end which started on Trevalgan Hill just outside St Ives.
Wonderful to see a slate in memory of Peter Lanyon at the summit on a huge granite boulder.
His paintings have such strong links to this landscape - the painting below of Bojewan Farm, not far off.
More here.
Then a depressing walk (alas) downhill to Trevalgan Holiday Farm and caravan park, past territorial signs and electric fences to keep walkers on track. Narrow walkways in the mud, close to hedges and a slurry pit.
Anyway - onward to the sea - exhilarating.
In just over two hours, I didn't see a soul, unless sheep have souls.
Even the track back inland was lovely - not always the case on circular walks.Main thoughts:
- I wonder what a (very) long walk would be like - the Camino, for example. Though people talk about all the people they meet - companions along the way etc. Solitary walking is very different.
- There was a moment - suddenly - when I could hear the sea. 'I can hear the sea.' Someone's favourite quote from King Lear. Such a noise....
- Seagulls diving bombing into the water. Must have been a shoal of fish driven into the rock
- Demons in the mind: Cavafy and Ithaca. Travel well - but remember that you will bring many monsters with you....
