I must begin this post with a confession...there are more beautiful walks in Cornwall but DH proposed to me while we were taking this walk so it will always be my favourite.
Yesterday we began the walk from the beginnings of the walk where you find a little cottage tucked away....
The tide was out but even in the short time we were walking the speed of it's return was astounding and always catches me off guard.
The setting for the book I am writing at the moment is a cottage at the mouth of the creek and as I walked I could almost physically feel the story spinning and weaving in my head. I wanted to pull it out and look at it but it might disappear. I know from the past that little things with begin to emerge as I pound the keys...
I don't write notes on walks like yesterday's - maybe I should, but some times it's just good to feel. However I do think my pictures act as notes...I find myself snapping pictures of the strangest details....close up of ferns growing on trees, the thick rope like vines twisting up the oaks that sweep to the water, the sculptural feel of the fallen trees... It all feeds the creative well.
