After a generous two weeks busking recovery time in St. Bees, it’s time to head out on a new adventure. Erin has gone back to America, I guess I’ll catch up with him in a few months. That’s alright though, because I have lots to keep me busy, even if the visa people take their time.
One of the things I like to do when back in Cumbria is to walk to Fleswick bay. It’s only about 3 miles away, but it’s often deserted, even when it’s not raining. Actually, after a very wet first few days, the weather improved…so, here are some photos. The bay is scattered with bits of wrecked ships. As any good tourist should know, a Spanish ship called the Izaro was wrecked on the rocks at St. Bees head in 1907. I’m not sure if all of the bits of ship that ended up on Fleswick bay came from that one, or if there were more, but they are fascinating objects. The beach itself is also quite unusal, in having sand stone pavements which have the most fantastic texture.
Anyway, history lesson and photos over, here’s what I’m cooking up. First, to London, where I’ll be staying with wonderful friends Alex and Rob. They drove from London to Switzerland to see me in February, for which they earn full points. Go team! Somehow, I managed to get a first class train ticket to London, which, bizarrely, was cheaper than the second class ones. Wierd! Well, I hope my guitar gets lots of legroom.
After a few days in London, I’m off to the south west of France. Remember I mentioned that our Couchsurfing host in Cannes was going to make a film, and he wanted a singer-songwriter for it? It’s going to happen, which is really exciting. So, I’ll be in a lovely little picturesque village not too far from the Pyrenees for a few days, and then I’m going WWOOFing. My original plan was to work my way up the Atlantic coast, farm by farm, but I’m not sure it will work quite as neatly as that. However, I am fully WWOOFed up until mid-September already. I’m really looking forward to the whole experience. And of course, my half-packed bag is full of favourite things that would never get to go on any other kind of trip… wellies and manly shirts (thanks Erin!) and my scruffiest jacket that’s so faded and worn that no-one can agree what colour it is. Even better, along side the work I’ll be doing, gardening, picking fruit and cooking (amongst other things), there is the promise of free time! On a remote farm… with my guitar… my creative nerves are tingling already.
So, that’s the plan. No idea when I might be able to blog again, but it might be a long one when I do!
One last photo, St. Bees beach yesterday evening. After checking out the locally available postcards, I’m amazed no-one thought to have a sunset view available… it’s the best view in the village.