This has been an amazingly magical weekend – one I really needed. I am writing this at the base of the White Lady waterfall in Lydford Gorge. A place of such peace and beauty that words on a screen cannot ever portray it, or even come close.
I have had time to think and reflect – to take stock. I have also had time to remember and to reconnect with my spirituality. It’s significant for me that to do this I had to return to my birthplace in the great South West. We went to Boscastle yesterday. Our first visit in maybe 3 years. A lot has changed since the flood disaster but I’m happy to say that, even though much of the village has been rebuilt, it has kept it’s charm and magic.
It was raining but I still needed to walk to the top of the cliffs. Cerri chose to stay in the village so I began my walk along the craggy path. With each step I took I found myself becoming more and more emotional. Until, when I reached the brow of the hill, saw the open Atlantic, heard the gulls calling, the roar of the crashing ocean, I was completely overwhelmed. The Welsh call this feeling ‘Hiraeth’, an overwhelming longing for home. Now as Spirit of Albion says I love this Isle entirely, but there is something about this granite penninisula that fills me up. Maybe all ex pat Cornish feel the same? I don’t know. But I do know that this ex pat Cornishman is feeling reconnected and alive again after walking along ‘Cornwall’s Rocky Shore’.