There are people that pay thousands of pounds and spend days of travel to see the wonders of the natural world. The truth is, such wonders are available right on our door step. I have been lucky enough to see a great deal of Britain's coast line and am regularly taken aback by its beauty and splendour. Our recent trip to North Cornwall only confirmed our love of its rugged cliffs and sandy beaches. Photographs give only the merest indication as to what is truly on show before the observer, as the sensation of height, the true depth of field and all of the aural stimulants are missing.
One can but try and share in the glory that is out there. All the pictures accompanying this post were taken from the coastal path between Mawgan Porth and Watergate Bay last Friday afternoon. It was an afternoon of sun, sheltered warmth and that blessed state of being aware that, what is being experienced, is one of those special times. The Spring Squill was a delight, with large but discrete colonies along the length of the walk. In some hidden hollows the plants were in full flower, those in more exposed positions still in bud.
And what is it about the human psyche? When stood at the top of a cliff, we need to get down to the beach. But if we start on the beach, we need to reach the summit of the cliff. Extremities. We just love 'em.
|Spring Squill - tens of thousand of plants were present along the coastal path and cliff tops|
|Wall - a butterfly that I once saw regularly locally, as nearby as Beddington and Cheam, in the early 1980s|