It’s been a very unusual three days since my performance in
Polzeath on Wednesday. That performance really seemed like a mile stone in my
mind and I hadn’t really been looking any further ahead than that. So when I
sort of floated up on the other side of that on Thursday the walk to Padstow
felt meaningless, it was like I suddenly didn’t have a goal anymore. However I
continued to create anyway, although couldn’t find the creative energy to
create things specifically from my memories and so instead just responded to
the landscape and my thoughts. My whole mental state is captured well in a
video I made called “Ground Control to Padstow” (you’ll find it if you scroll
down). I left the peaceful and near empty Rock on the ferry to arrive 5 minutes
later in an absolutely packed half term Padstow. Not only did I find myself
creatively disorientated but now physically shell shocked. I decided that I
needed to leave Padstow as quickly as possible so I left town and found a
beautiful little wild camping spot in the Padstow sand dunes; this turned out
to be exactly what I needed as the beauty of the spot sparked a creating spree
in which I wrote 2 poems and made 4 videos.
I spent the next day walking the long 12 mile walk to
Treyarnon Bay YHA, stopping at the Padstow lifeboat station for quite some
time. Here I was able to capture how I was feeling at the time in the form of a
poem about the lifeboat. I have always been fascinated by the Lifeboats and
their crews, and have ambitions of my own to one day join a volunteer crew, so
being able to go in the station and see the boat was a nice treat for me; I
left the lifeboat station feeling rested, recharged and ready to continue the
project after my little lapse in focus – the lifeboat really had rescued me.
After a stressful night in the Youth Hostel battling a slow
internet connection and what seemed like endless scores of hyper kids shouting
all night (not that this made me angry, if I was in their position I would have
been doing exactly the same!!), I was ready for the walk to Mawgan Porth. My
dad had been messaging me for days asking if he could come and join me for a
day because he was so jelous of what I am doing and had even gone out and
bought some walking boots and a stick – so I finally caved and let him come. It
feels really nice that I have inspired someone else to want to walk, even if it
is only my old dad! So we set off in the howling wind with dad all kitted out
(for some reason he had chosen completely black gear meaning he looked like
some sort of Men in Black tribute act!). However as we happily left the haven
of Treyarnon Bay we were unaware of what we were walking into to. We later
discovered online that what we had spent the day walking through were 60mph
winds. I had not yet encountered wind quite this strong on the walk and trust
me when I say it was at times very scary. I was so concerned for the safety of
my dad who was at one point pinned against a barbed wire fence right near the
cliff edge, and I had to pull my way along the fence to rescue him. I was
feeling rather smug from my Bear Grylls survival moment in saving dad until
just minutes later I was thrown completely off my feet by a strong gust and
smashed against a stone bench, nearly crushing my camera in the process. We
made the decision that it was just too dangerous on the cliff edge and made for
the road slightly inland. It was less than a mile to our destination in Mawgan
Porth so a short walk along the sheltered B road was no trouble.
So here I am in Mawgan Porth – out of season. The place has
got a real Scooby doo abandoned fun fair feel to it which is both creepy and
fun. I managed to find a little closed holiday park called the Magic Cove (trust
me, in November it doesn’t feel very magical). The owner has kind of taken pity
on me and let me camp here for a very cheap rate which is good. I managed to
find a sheltered spot next to a large wall to stay safe in the extreme winds of
the night. Today (Sunday) is scheduled on my itinerary as a spare day. I put
these in as fire breaks for if I needed to shelter from bad weather etc, which
had worked out perfectly as the wind is equally as strong today so walking on
the coast path would just be too dangerous. This gives me the opportunity to be
one of the few inhabitants of Mawgan Porth for a day and hopefully create
something slightly more substantial. I apologise for how boringly descriptive
this blog post has been, it’s just been a very disorientating and strange few
days and just wanted to get it down and documented so that I can move forward.
Please please comment or email me if you’ve got anything you think I should do,
or crazy/mundane tasks you might want me to try… as you will be able to tell if
you’ve seen my video “I’d never do that”, I’m pretty much up for anything. Catch
you again. Tom.
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