I’ve just had the most exhausting but lovely few days. First of all my mum came down to see a friend’s exhibition in Morvah on Friday. For once summer had decided to pay a visit, so we had spectacular weather to travel down in, and walk along the coastal path from Zennor towards St Ives. This is the most stunningly beautiful part of
The next day Mum and I drove up to Tavistock where she was to leave me to spend the weekend with my dear mate Av. Unfortunately the world and his wife had also planned to leave
Av and I had a wonderful time walking on
The next day we had another long walk through Tavistock and along by the river, a deep, fast flowing stream of dark greens and browns, of secrets and hideaways. Made me wish I could paint – I could almost see the Lady of Shallott, her long hair streaming with the long flowing weed.
And then the long hot journey home - not as bad for me as for poor Av in a hot car. I stood on the platform at
I thought of what Shirley Valentine said about making the most of our lives.
I looked up at the departures screen, and considered where I would most like to be. When the
Where would you most like to be?