The low sunlight of an autumn afternoon can make a place look as if it’s stage-lit.
The tide’s just turning so we’re doing the walk the opposite way round to our usual.
And the sun is lighting up that white cottage there. It’s the Shore Cottage Studio. Sarah’s been in touch with the owners and is keen for us to come and have a closer look at it someday soon. But not today. Today’s just for us. Sarah’s busy with funerals and so needs this, a one day retreat, to just be.
The tide and the recent torrential rains are continuing their relentless work on the boulder clay cliffs here.
Well away from the cliffs, we stop for our lunch.
We are always deeply content in this place. Sarah says:
“Maybe this will be the last time we can sit for so long somewhere outside this year? Maybe it will be too cold soon?”
Maybe. But today we’re in no hurry to move. Hours go by and the tide goes out.
We begin the steady climb uphill towards The Dungeon.
And are we eating ice-cream? Of course we are. Even if it’s too cold for everyone else by now. Perfect days need perfect ends and this was our retreat. A day of observing life and nature around us, and the lives and nature of ourselves.