Cross bedding and layers of rock show us how much the climate here has changed. Permian sandstone tells us this area was once a hot and arid desert.
With gorse and heather growing along the top, sea pinks flowering in the cracks and a haven for nesting sea birds, part of these rocks are now underwater at high tide. With one sniff and a good climb along the walls, Eivor and Pearl quickly make sense of it all.
coves and caves all that sings on the page lotus flowers
The stones are dripping with seaweed, marvellous and green between sand and silt, where the water has been. Clambering down these rocks I wonder where their stories began. Like all the other stories floating around us and within us. From wolf to hound. From ancestors whose language I cannot speak, even though it sounds familiar.
waves echo through the open window a seagull’s song
The forest is quiet as we leap and skip past dips with sleeping water. Trees and sky reflect in puddles across the path. Writing here beside the window, I too reflect how far we’ve come. The long grass glitters in the light. Butterflies and hover flies are dancing. After a week of wind and rain, it’s good to be back in the warm again.
summer solstice one half of the journey still to come