Early morning cliff walking in Cornwall

 

Early morning cliff walking on a wet, blustery day.  Hopping over puddles on the beach.  Miss one mound of sand and you spend the rest of the walk with a sodden left shoe.  The only things out on this wild morning are snails, slugs, a few owners dragged outside by dogs looking to enjoy a windy walk, and a poor little painted lady (butterfly) struggling to stay alive on the path while rain pours down and wind buffets its wings.  I take a picture to witness its brave little life.

The front of me is soaked from head toe.

Looking down at the roaring sea as white topped waves buffet the rocks time and time again. I watch for more than a few minutes before dragging myself away from the sight and sound of the waves. Turning around to go home I find myself soaked in the back now as well as the front. But I am happy to be out for a walk on this wild and wondrous day.  I thank God for this land I love and a day to walk over wet and windblown cliffs, and feel so fully alive.

But I have to say, I have already begun to savor my first sip of coffee after I get home.

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