Lost ... reflections on retraced footsteps

Dear Sheddists,

the last day of our short sojourn in Cornwall...

Sentient fields

We pull back the make-shift wind-screen cover at the front of Veronica the camper-van to greet another sun-cracked morning. The heat streams in.

As we make our way for the last time to the shower-rooms at the entrance to the site the ground is dawn-dew wet, a pungent bovine musk carpeting the farmer's field next door.  We breathe in, deeply ... and exhale.

So peaceful.

A return trip

Our last expedition is to the Lost Gardens of Heligan, no more than a stone's throw away.  We visited it some nineteen years ago, just after it had first been rediscovered by Tim Schmit and we're really curious to see how it's developed.

We're not disappointed.  Pineapple houses and garden kitchens have risen.  And the Jungle Walk takes us back in time, towering palms and huge leaves barring our path.  Oh to be so old and beautiful, a garden both dying in dignity and ascending Phoenix-like from the ashes.

And is this no more than a reflection of our own brief lives?

We return, contemplative.

yours as ever,

electrofried(mr)