|This is where it all started!|
|the coastal path in Cornwall|
|A small bloom reminds me of Wordworth's Lucy poems.|
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh,
The difference to me!
I am a Romantic wanderer who probably carries as much in her mind as she does on her back. Maybe more!!! My life is made richer through the connections to books, poems and stories. Consequently, I need to process the world at my own speed. Through different travel experiences, I am learning more about myself.
|Janet and I visited White Rock on the week-end.|
women at a fundraiser last night who had just come from evening yoga on the dock. We often miss out on experiences because we are in a sort of rut at home.
|prawn and scallop salad|