Freshwater Bay in the morning. Yesterday was a long day. Freshwater Bay at 9.30 am on a cold morning was not inviting at all especially as I was about to follow the coast, on foot, for twelve miles. Like my friends I've been reporting on recently I enjoyed a lively back and forth in my mind about continuing on with the plan. I continued on, for better or for worse.
The trail ahead towards Chale, 12 miles away!
Looking back towards Freshwater Bay with the white cliffs marking Tennyson Down beyond 
Everywhere there is evidence of erosion. The land is falling into the sea and we humans are in retreat.Sifting and sorting in the background while I'm here on the Isle of Wight for rest and renewal are questions and contemplations on a number of matters. At first they seemed to be unrelated, aspirations to do this, inner nudges to do that, the ordering and timing of a number of projects. I can't say I've sat down purposefully and thought about all of this. However today after a very slow start, which was preceded by inner dialogue and confusion, matters have fallen into a workable, almost sensible, pattern. The journey continues.
