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Travel Blogs from St Austell
I awake according to my custom before 5am:
Seagulls circling early,
"Come join us".
It's a rest day and we take the time to farewell Ed onto the London train and focus on preparing ourselves for the next stage of this adventure.
... seaweed at each other!
Sean, Oscar and I then decided that we'd love to go for a 4 hour deep sea fishing trip. Great idea.
Well as you will sea , sorry see, we had happy smiley faces. That said, after 45 minutes the amount of burley being thrown (chucked) over the side of the boat was significant.
So we thought we are right to go lots of fish will be jumping on our lines
We were so wrong. Oscar caught 2 Mackerel but stated that he threw up 21 ...
... Polgooth coming up and I decide to get a taxi there, to bring this ridiculous, arduous trek to an end for the day.
Not backache and blisters.
We end the day with a farewell celebration dinner for Ed. He’s managed about 120kms in six days and richly deserves the praise we heap on him. The day then comes to a speedy end as we retire to bed early to sleep and snore into the ...
... prehistoric people approached such a shrine, it may well appear to us that they were worshipping strange gods, yet their purpose, divested of our own cultural projections, was to communicate with the forces and intelligences of Nature, so that their conduct would be harmonious with the influences from the Earth and cosmos. Their preoccupation was with the health and fertility of the Great Mother, and the eclipses, planetary, stellar and ...
... at these special places an almost childlike reverence is necessary. Preconceptions must be held in check and the mind emptied of trivial everyday clutter. Then one enters a different world. Old stones appear as friends, relishing the contact of a willing mind and triggering revealing insights into their past. Protective spirits seem to hover around them as the veils of vanished aeons evaporate and the past merges with the present. There is ...