Lostwithiel 2.
A grey and heavy Tuesday morning. It's raining but when I looked up toward Restormel Castle, it was hidden in fog. Interesting that today is my day to experience Restormel. As I was checking out of the Chatham Pub, a local man mentioned Restormel with a warm tone in his voice, especially when he mentioned the view. Yes, I said. The view. What I didn't say was that it was the view that told me I was home when I looked out across the valley over thirty years ago.
And...why I am here now, walking and exploring in Cornwall, and especially right here.
I have spent the last couple of nights here, and yesterday spent the day walking from St. Austell back to Lostwithiel. I took the 9am train back to St. Austell, and got off into a heavy mist. Towns are always the trickiest places to navigate, so I spent some time just standing at the train station trying to get my bearings. I saw the church steeple, so headed down toward it. It did not feel right to walk the Clay Trails, as directed in my MaryMichael guidebook. So I felt my way through the city, starting at the spirals on the Celtic cross at the church.
I actually loved my walk through the town, finding a wonderful bakery with "Rock" buns and chocolate crispy treats. I then also passed a little storefront location that said "ACCORD MEDIATION SERVICES!! That is the name of Steve, my husband's business in Colorado, so of course I took pictures, and even went inside and spoke to the office administrator.
I had seen a path on the map so followed my nose to find the path, going right by a very happy school, as evidenced by the beautiful mosaics and happy children.
I had seen a path on the map so followed my nose to find the path, going right by a very happy school, as evidenced by the beautiful mosaics and happy children.
I then went over the motorway and through some thick woods, to arrive in Carlyon and the a wonderful surprise, a circle of stones surrounded in briars and thistles.
It was actually a journey in and of itself to get out of St. Austell, past the Eden project and back on the official Mary path. I actually feel as though I was on my own Mary path. Perhaps though, I am now on the Sarah Way, and have been since I left the path back in Penpol last Thursday.
That's it actually. The path has not felt as clear or spelled out for me since I came off the "official" path last week. I am experiencing a different quality now, where I truly have to trust and follow my own senses, desires, needs and intentions to move forward.
Just now, I spoke with Ricky, my 90 year old, new friend from Lostwithel, who just set up an appointment to meet with the mayor of Lostwithiel, a Mrs. Parsons.
More about this later. Must finish my latte and go to meet the mayor!
I wonder what else is possible?!