“Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.”
― Hanh Nhat Thich, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life
Spring is a teasing mistress – appearing fresh, coy and full of promise only to be replaced hours later by the habitual grey of English winter.The faint stirrings of the new season have prompted my body to follow a rhythm of early rising and soon after the birds start their tentative morning musings, my day begins, the slow drudgery of winter replaced by a feeling altogether more hopeful, energetic and engaged.
The retreating clear, starry night had left in it’s wake a bright, hard hoary frost, the firm springing surface making a welcome change after the wallowing mud of most winter runs.
Leaving drowsy children still dozing, I followed the Coastal Path from Treyarnon Northwards, trailing a small fishing vessel, white against the lapis sea, a child’s drawing of a boat, coasting lazily from bay to bay.
Up the steep hill leading away from Booby’s bay the ground opens up into a dramatic crater – a collapsed sea cave, steep sides plummeting into a cavern of ocean many metres below. My guide told me it’s possible, in calm seas, to swim from the nearby beach into the mouth of the cave. The booming resonance from deep inside even today with the sea glassy calm, suggested this would be a real adventure….
From Trevose, the path continued to rise sharply, crossing tiny rivulets of water which fell plunging over the adjacent cliffs, until the white outline of Trevone Light House appeared over the horizon.
Running with camera in hand is unlikely to win me any races and provides a great excuse to pause and take in the view – particularly after a sweat inducing climb. Today’s run was not exception – from the gorse clad hills above the lighthouse, Padstow and civilisation spread out in the valley below
Over the years I seem to have developed a steady, sustainable, loping gait – somewhere between a jog and a run. On a good day I can keep it up pretty much indefinitely and turning for home seems a shame in the face of such beauty.
Consolation was quickly found in a short exploration of Booby’s Bay (the name never fails to make my children laugh…..) and a sprint across the cliff top meadow to Treyarnon, coffee and a well deserved breakfast.
“The miracle is not to walk on water. The miracle is to walk on the green earth, dwelling deeply in the present moment and feeling truly alive.”
― Hanh Nhat Thich