Each day after an intervention on the seashore we would climb the steep cliff path and re-visit the Cabin, once more open the windows and enjoy the story soaked space. The women artist's had enjoyed their creative relationship - being painters of the landscape, making figurative theatrical little scenes and writing poetry. Bucks Mill was just one of the places visited they responded to, but perhaps it was their favourite place for personal reflection and spiritual renewal?
One evening we visit the living time capsule and for a moment enjoy candlelight, experiencing the stillness in a world within electricity, the small shrine like dwelling in the hands of the elements, seasons, cycles of nature with its time line of ecological change.
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| Reflecting - of what may become! |
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Reflecting on our time in 'middle world', giving thanks for our nourishing week, a time away from the world of other concerns, we join Stuart to sit at his favourite viewing place. Perched on the jetty wall at high tide we humbly bear witness the power of the sea, tossing and tumbling stones against the sea wall. As the sun goes down he shares his vision for creating an art trail for the householders of Bucks Mill hamlet, whilst I worry about about the cauliflower cheese we have yet to create at No.9.
