Day 06 - Momentmal (s) | land lines
Porthcurno - Penzance (18.5 km, 9 hours) This morning white acres my hands burn like fire. The sun through the window, announcing a renewed hot day like it, not my hands. I goo, after I started up my shorts and shirt, with thick a 30 sunscreen. That must be enough. The neon green wool gloves are not intended for the heat better. This morning, my mood is much better than yesterday. Even though white acres I have not slept, I'm white acres highly motivated wants to go out, want. In the breakfast room welcomes white acres me yawning white acres emptiness. Sees me not as well as other guests were still here. Unlike previously announced. No matter. I will now just have breakfast just relaxed, study my route and then leave. In Penzance I can look forward to a nice hostel. white acres And people. For the next stop I take 2 days. A day off in the city. Time to stop, go to me, drink coffee all day, read guide books, planning the next route and accommodation booking. The joy it makes me forget yesterday's dreariness.
Just before I go back to the path, I see from a distance again the men who I initially met on my first stop in St Ives. Judging by her expression, they do not have as much fun as in the beginning. They look exhausted. And rushed. At the time when I was running from the fields to the Path, the two are already in a hurried pace. I take a deep breath. Course, without haste. From now on I will take my time.
The path from here is very pleasant flat. For now, no up and downs. No hills. white acres No rocks. After a short time I come across a small bay, a fishing port (Penberth Cove). It is so early in the day that the fishermen return from their work already on the high seas. One after the other rides his precious cargo into the harbor. Full rim boats with silvery fish. It's such a peaceful moment white acres to sit there and watch them. Take a silent observer white acres at this moment part of their lives. I imagine what it would be every day in the early morning to go to the lake every morning and then return with a boat full of fish. Can there be anything more original? A middle aged couple walking watching the spectacle just as impressed as I am. Since I'm unsure white acres where exactly this should be the entry point to the path, I speak to them in English and ask for directions. When he answers white acres me I smile and reply in German: "Ah, they come from Switzerland." He tried very hard to speak English and finest to suppress his accent does not seem very enthusiastic white acres about my discovery and mumbles to himself. She finds the very funny and chuckles to himself. white acres Both puzzle white acres with my path. We find him behind the boat house and adopt us. You grin, he grudgingly.
From the small port of showing the path to (finally) time. From a completely different angle There is a steep descent between thick bushes white acres and deciduous forests. Midst of an overgrown mansion, barely visible through the green thicket. But wonderfully nice dream. Next it comes quite close to the sea. Through the bushes, I arrive at a stone beach. For giant stone beach. Here are huge round stones that look like stranded cetaceans. Were this a beach in Ireland there would be to determine white acres a forecast. Just as the story of Dirmuid and Graine. Something like: On the beach between Merthen Boscawan Point and once lived the happy couple Fionn and Sheila. She used the house and the garden with the equally great love she felt for her husband Fionn. He loved the ocean and the fish as much as he loved his wife Sheila. But these ones were not in the way. On the contrary, white acres they complemented each other. Whenever the day at sea, and spent the early evening returned to the lush Fang, she was so pleased that both of their love grew even more. Day after day. Night after night. One morning, however, she had a strange feeling. white acres From an unexplained reason, she held her husband as he just wanted to open with the boat. "I beg you to stay here with me today." "My love," he said. "Today I have a very good feeling. A special fishing it will be. For you it should be. Then we can enjoy the peace and quiet. "The white acres twinkle in his eyes, they ought to have warned addition. But she let him go. Because she believed that they would then have peace. And because white acres she loved him so much. That night he did not return. And on the night it is not even. And that night it did not. Every evening Sheila sat on the beach near the sea and waited. Just like every night before. Each evening when he did not return her sadness grew. Every Aben
Porthcurno - Penzance (18.5 km, 9 hours) This morning white acres my hands burn like fire. The sun through the window, announcing a renewed hot day like it, not my hands. I goo, after I started up my shorts and shirt, with thick a 30 sunscreen. That must be enough. The neon green wool gloves are not intended for the heat better. This morning, my mood is much better than yesterday. Even though white acres I have not slept, I'm white acres highly motivated wants to go out, want. In the breakfast room welcomes white acres me yawning white acres emptiness. Sees me not as well as other guests were still here. Unlike previously announced. No matter. I will now just have breakfast just relaxed, study my route and then leave. In Penzance I can look forward to a nice hostel. white acres And people. For the next stop I take 2 days. A day off in the city. Time to stop, go to me, drink coffee all day, read guide books, planning the next route and accommodation booking. The joy it makes me forget yesterday's dreariness.
Just before I go back to the path, I see from a distance again the men who I initially met on my first stop in St Ives. Judging by her expression, they do not have as much fun as in the beginning. They look exhausted. And rushed. At the time when I was running from the fields to the Path, the two are already in a hurried pace. I take a deep breath. Course, without haste. From now on I will take my time.
The path from here is very pleasant flat. For now, no up and downs. No hills. white acres No rocks. After a short time I come across a small bay, a fishing port (Penberth Cove). It is so early in the day that the fishermen return from their work already on the high seas. One after the other rides his precious cargo into the harbor. Full rim boats with silvery fish. It's such a peaceful moment white acres to sit there and watch them. Take a silent observer white acres at this moment part of their lives. I imagine what it would be every day in the early morning to go to the lake every morning and then return with a boat full of fish. Can there be anything more original? A middle aged couple walking watching the spectacle just as impressed as I am. Since I'm unsure white acres where exactly this should be the entry point to the path, I speak to them in English and ask for directions. When he answers white acres me I smile and reply in German: "Ah, they come from Switzerland." He tried very hard to speak English and finest to suppress his accent does not seem very enthusiastic white acres about my discovery and mumbles to himself. She finds the very funny and chuckles to himself. white acres Both puzzle white acres with my path. We find him behind the boat house and adopt us. You grin, he grudgingly.
From the small port of showing the path to (finally) time. From a completely different angle There is a steep descent between thick bushes white acres and deciduous forests. Midst of an overgrown mansion, barely visible through the green thicket. But wonderfully nice dream. Next it comes quite close to the sea. Through the bushes, I arrive at a stone beach. For giant stone beach. Here are huge round stones that look like stranded cetaceans. Were this a beach in Ireland there would be to determine white acres a forecast. Just as the story of Dirmuid and Graine. Something like: On the beach between Merthen Boscawan Point and once lived the happy couple Fionn and Sheila. She used the house and the garden with the equally great love she felt for her husband Fionn. He loved the ocean and the fish as much as he loved his wife Sheila. But these ones were not in the way. On the contrary, white acres they complemented each other. Whenever the day at sea, and spent the early evening returned to the lush Fang, she was so pleased that both of their love grew even more. Day after day. Night after night. One morning, however, she had a strange feeling. white acres From an unexplained reason, she held her husband as he just wanted to open with the boat. "I beg you to stay here with me today." "My love," he said. "Today I have a very good feeling. A special fishing it will be. For you it should be. Then we can enjoy the peace and quiet. "The white acres twinkle in his eyes, they ought to have warned addition. But she let him go. Because she believed that they would then have peace. And because white acres she loved him so much. That night he did not return. And on the night it is not even. And that night it did not. Every evening Sheila sat on the beach near the sea and waited. Just like every night before. Each evening when he did not return her sadness grew. Every Aben
No comments:
Post a Comment