Landscape, Photography, Seascape

Some Confidence

Like a lot of you during the Covid pandemic I expect, I’ve limited myself to extremely local environs (my garden, about mile or so of lanes either way from my house) for just under a quarter of a year now. Sounds a long time put like that doesn’t it?

So far, Cornwall has actually been a safe haven but the fear created by national news reports and media had wormed its way into my head. Personal confidence in getting back to enjoying my previous favourite haunts, up on the clifftops or in the woods by the sea, or even on the beach itself, had been completely quashed.

Photography has hardly featured in my mind at all. Sporadic glances at the camera bag in my office here haven’t filled me with any lust for getting out and using the contents when I am worried about accidentally meeting actual other people, previous whereabouts unknown.

In theory, things in the UK are getting better. Personally, with the poor and inept leadership we have had resulting in tens of thousands of deaths (actual figure: nobody really knows–or if they do, no one is really honest enough to tell us officially), I don’t think they actually will be for a long while yet and we may actually see it getting worse again soon.

But I have managed to lift the heavy mental anchor a little and have been out on the clifftops for a walk a couple of times now. I am glad to find that the uninvited and possibly infected hordes that we have recently seen pictures of in the news, devastating and marring previously unspoiled beaches with some sort of locked-in pressure valves released, have not yet decided to share themselves about in my favourite places here after all.

What this is going to be like down here when the more fulsome lockdown release of July is official is anyone’s guess, but hopefully these bits, being miles away from an accessible beach or town either way, will still be relatively unspoiled.

So here are three views of one of my favourite stretches of the coast at Beeny cliffs, just north of Boscastle and looking north, in slightly different styles. Here we can watch Grey Seals and Guillemots below and if we’re lucky, catch sight of hunting Peregrines or Kestrels.

It’s been great to get out and smell, feel and be touched by that sea air again.

Perhaps let me know how you have been coping with, or have even overcome, your own lockdowns in the comments?

19 thoughts on “Some Confidence”

  1. It doesn’t exactly fill one full of confidence, does it? I’m weighing up the risks of a bus ride to Lewes to get up onto the South Downs, since the farthest I’ve gone so far is a circular walk of 8 or 9 miles. And lovely though most of that was, I’m yearning for the downs.

    But watching the crazy hordes just isn’t very confidence-boosting.

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    1. No, I don’t think I’d be up for the public transport option myself voluntarily yet–which is just as well here as it’s a two mile walk to a bus stop first anyway!
      The situation of Government trying to get all the money spinning stuff going first before I can even visit my friends and family is not convincing me that MY best interests are at the heart of things.

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  2. Thanks for that vicarious breath of sea air! I would certainly come to miss that if I was kept away from it for long.

    Being dependent on other people for transportation, and the local buses being too infrequent and scary to risk, I still haven’t ventured farther than I can walk, which is about 3 or 4 miles. I admit I’ve been feeling trapped, especially this week because normally I would have spent it in New Mexico (a radically different climate where my MS is significantly better and I sometimes don’t even need the walking stick.) However, I do have an excellent back yard as a refuge — mostly from my housemate — and the various visiting urban wildlife has been keeping me entertained and sane. Also tending my hops is meditative, and anticipating the ales I’ll be brewing this fall. 😁 Glad to know you’re keeping yourself safe and well!

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    1. Ah, we are on each other’s blogs!
      Taking it gentle, avoiding people, pretty much normal really. Glad to hear you are generally well too.

      I can do a similar distance before it all goes a bit sketchy, and I tend to need my stick most of the time, sometimes for the balance, sometimes just reassurance that there will be some when I inevitably need it.
      I have the garden too and it’s a great pleasure to have, especially if Mrs Bear needs a rest from me (he said diplomatically as she reads this blog). πŸ˜‰

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  3. Bear, that top photo is the one I’ve been trying (and failing) to take for years. It’s gorgeous, damn you.

    We did a circular walk from Trebarwith Village a couple of days ago and met almost no one–just one booming, home-counties family who we were able to keep a good distance from. I’ve never seen the wild flowers be so beautiful. But come July, all bets are off.

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    1. Ah. Thank you and umm, sorry as well. πŸ˜‰

      Definitely torn between the realistic for down here, as it is now, but in fear of the chaotic free-for-all surely descending on us soon before anyone has a real grip on it all.

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  4. Hope all is well.
    With our government doing their best to kill us all, it’s all I can do to stay away from those who deem it not necessary to wear a fucking mask.
    Wierd thing, through all this, our sales (retail) have been through the roof and the hours I’ve worked, 70+ weekly, It’s a wonder I don’t have the C19.
    Stay safe my friend.

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    1. Well yes, I am lucky in that I at least can control my contact with the world and not have to leave my home for work (or inessential shopping–in fact, with home delivery of groceries, ANY inessential shopping!) if I don’t want to. And I don’t want to.
      Best wishes for staying safe, you appear to need them more than I do.

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  5. That’s a wonderful photo.

    Seems like we’re entering the dreaded second wave now, although it’s only Melbourne affected so far (I don’t even live in the same state as Melbourne. Still zero cases in my state).

    I’ve been surviving by having coffee or tea breaks in our garden and walking around the local park/reserve that’s not far from my house. Plus, knitting. Knitting is my survival move whenever things goes to hell. It fills my brain with white noise as I just focus on the stitches instead of the impending end of the world. Plus and at the end of it I have a nice jumper/hat/scarf/blanket/whatever.

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    1. It spoils the stereotype of Australia for me to think of you needing woollen jumper/hat/scarf/blanket whatevers!

      Yep, important to have these outlets. Mrs H favours pottery, I normally have writing/photography but have dabbled with drawing (nothing worth putting online – yet).

      Strangely, lockdown anxiety and anger following the ineptness has meant less of it rather than more–so I was glad to finally overcome some demons but I certainly don’t think CV19 is finished with us yet, anywhere in the world.

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      1. It’s a big country, and we have a range of climate options to choose from. Where I live, summers are stupidly hot and dry, as you would expect, but winters do still get cold enough for frost and ice to form. (Probably not as cold as your winters, though.)

        Yeah, I thought I would get so much more reading and other nice things done through quarantine. But, no. Just getting through the day is like wading through a swamp now.

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        1. I was going to make a poor joke about ‘never seeing Oz do well at the Winter Olympics’ but after some research it seems you have recently got two gold medals, although admittedly one of them was in the Speed Skating when everyone else in the race fell over except your bloke…

          We are gearing up for more opening up this weekend, which I suspect the younger and therefore still feeling immortal element are ready to do but bags of nerves like myself are dreading.

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          1. Steven Bradbury is a national hero. He’s even made it into our slang. Sometimes we say someone has ‘done a Bradbury’ to describe a situation where someone has won something just because everyone else failed.

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