To conclude my journey of Cornwall I perched myself high upon the farthest tip of the cliffs to watch the Atlantic breakers crash against the rocky shore. Solitude surrounding me, as the throng descended the cliffs seeking cover from the wind and rain. I find a majestic place dripping in myth, dreams and inspiration as hours pass me by watching the water entwine the rocks carving out this wondrous precipice as it has for centuries.
Stillness has a purpose, and we have to be still before we can grow. To sit with nothing to accomplish but to notice what’s around me and what’s within. A magical excursion finale in a legendary corner of England.
Onward to old friends…Wales awaits...till then...peace

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