The Lizard

A few photos from our walk on the Lizard Peninsula last weekend. Moorland. Dramatic cliffs. Ponies grazing to the sounds of waves crashing against the rocks below.  I wondered where the name Lizard came from, so I looked it up –  it’s a corruption of the Cornish “Lys Ardh”, meaning “high court.” Certainly you do feel you are on top of the world there.  Can you see that December sunshine? So low and so lovely, there is no light more beautiful than that. I’ve been counting my blessings this week because there has been so much of it these past few days. It makes such a difference. I would try and describe to you what it makes me feel, but I don’t think there are any words. Besides, I think you must know.

Comments

  1. marthasnail says:

    gorgeous. and what a coincidence. last night i began reading nocturne by james attlee and he mentioned the lizard. i was going to ask you about it and when i woke up this morning you had already posted these photos! i would love to go for a walk with you here. xo

  2. Danielle says:

    What a coincidence indeed! I’ve been having one of those weeks where I seem to be on with the universe – I think of someone and I see them on the street 5 minutes later – that sort of thing. I suppose I better be careful what I think of :) That book has been on my list for some time now! Let me know how you like it. I hope some day in the not so distant future we can go for a walk on the Lizard together :)

    XOXO

  3. Lucinda says:

    I love that final photo of the ponies on the cliff- beautiful!
    Bright, frosty December days are what makes winter magical aren’t they. I so love waking up and looking out over the frost covered hills. :)
    xxxx