Reserved for Wild Life
Here we found a balance point of Sky, Rock and Sea. A moment outside our frame of time & motion.
Rocky lichenous outcroppings burning under the sky, dropping to deep crystal waters crinkled by coastal breezes. A landscape moulded by eons of pouring rain, trammelling downward to sea-level. Carving, falling, pooling into luxuriously sun warmed bathing shallows, or deep refreshing layered gradients of temperature.
However, even the August sun has little effect on the main event.
As locals tell us ... "You have to go in with the whole body".
I'm even more in love with daily Cold water plunges and the things it does to your body than ever before.
No better place to do it than this still sea. This challenges even the mirror fjords and glacier melt torrents in Norway.
Exploring the outcroppings, tiny Rivendellian enclaves of greenery open unexpectedly at your feet, features you do well to remember when you boldly re-walk the rock, jumping the narrow gullies in blinding mist-rains.
The sun and wind dependant, shifting textual contrast of rock and sea inspired a great deal of meditation here.
Focus held for hours by a few square meters of lichen, cracks and rippling sky reflections, bare feet moulding to water smoothed contours of curving rock. Pure experience.
WILD LIVING - IN A VAN
For days and months we live outside practically for free. Hiding in our moving home or under tarps when it's cold and wet. Emerging to find local foods, spare parts, stories & crafts. Treading lightly on the land, foot off the gas. Giving wherever we can. Sharing whatever we have.
Go slow. Experience your senses fully. Live full and long.
Celebrate the landscape every day.
Take nothing but photographs.
Leave nothing but foot (and maybe hand) prints.
When we had to leave here by force of Sam&Chloe's onward flight schedule, I had never before felt a greater sense of thanks to a place, for holding and keeping me. Nothing needed doing here. So much was done and felt.
Back to the road.