Porthgwarra
Sit with me here at Porthgwarra let’s listen to the bell in the buoy and notice the way whatever we hadn’t noticed is coming to rest in a greeny-blue interval between the strike of one sour sea-note and the next. And even if it’s true that the voice in the buoy is the cry of a drowning man, after a while the sun will warm these stones and the day swing round by itself on the right heading. So let’s sit quietly here as everything settles into place – and then when we speak, let’s speak at the same time and state the obvious: This is the life we’ll say – and yes, it will be. |