This is the point where I would like to tell you about my Sunday surf session, except due to my wetsuit still being in a state of disrepair alas I cannot. The wetsuit is on the mend but my desire to get out into the waves went unquenched and now I am going somewhat crazy being land bound – how I coped before Kernow I’ll never know!
Still luckily for me Sunday was a beaut of a day. The sun shone, the sky was blue and since my activities for the day were going to be constrained to rambling around with my camera, Matt took me to Coverack. I do not know how we’ve made it over 2 years together down here without visiting yet! It is just stunning – my photos really do not do it justice!
Whilst M played in the surf on his kayak, I wandered around and got better acquainted with my camera. And although I was a little jealous of not being able to go in the sea, I can’t deny that there was something truly wonderful about slowing down, crouching down and examining life in minute detail. Plus I think I made a few locals laugh as I ran in and out with each wave coming and going; half-squatting, trying to capture their graceful tumbling.
Sunday really reminded me that there is a certain beauty found only in creation; rarely recreated by our own hands. Whether in the reflection of the sky upon seaweed, the imprint of ripples in the sand or the rolling slide of the ocean upon the shore – even in the actual formation of Coverack cove. I may have spent the morning gagging to get out into the spray, but by dusk I was so glad to have sat down, centered myself and deeply appreciated the world around me.