within walking distance, down a lane.off to see the castle
of course the first thing we had to do was buy the 'park and display ticket'.
* Sunday. beginning of winter when the car park is empty and most shops closed and you still have to pay for parking. ridiculous.
both of us just about stamped our feet at this. like I said, we are over these charges every time we want to park somewhere. When Joe expressed an expletive, a french tourist standing nearby, laughed out loud! and when we told him that we don't have to often pay for parking, he remarked that 'Australia is a big country, plenty of parking'.. yes, but we don't bloody well park in the desert!! of course there are parking charges in Australia.. but we usually get a few hours free, then if we stay longer we pay.. so, yes we are over the parking costs. it adds up as you travel.. I think our parking costs could be 20 pounds or more a week while we are here!!
but first to a local pub to catch up on emails because we don't have internet access at our cottage. that is another thing that is beginning to frustrate me.. we bought sim cards and dongles so that we could be in touch with home.. and they don't work very often. the cost of that has been over 100 pounds all up and we end up having to drive somewhere to get free wi-fi. [now I seem to be complaining too much! but it is all a big learning and realizing for me.. that there truly is no place like Australia]
we walked down to the National Trust house, bought our entry tickets to the castle and started to watch a short presentation on the Legend of King Arthur and his connection to Tintagel.. and this is where my rose coloured glasses were tainted. the presentation was that of an historic & academic viewpoint of Arthur.. and they pretty much said the story was all myth and legend and not true to fact.. my head is reeling with all of this.. why does modern man have to destroy myths, legends and folklore as they do? are we all too sophisticated and learn-ed to believe in things that we cannot prove or see?
that is what i loved so much about Glastonbury.. they accept and encourage all of this kind of thing.. dammit, I sat in front of where Arthur and Guinevere's remains had been found, buried together & felt emotions that I have never felt before..
oh well..I have to sort it all through and believe what is right for me.. as much as people may scoff. That said, I am now realising also that Arthur was most probably a war monger & tyrant.. like most Kings & knights of the time were.
we walked down to the 'beach' and into Merlins Cave.. was Merlin a myth too? I think not.
I believe.I believe in the legend of King Arthur, i believe in faeries, pixies and elementals. I believe in Angels.
sitting at Echo Point at home or at Katoomba Falls, I am always, always touched by the wonder of Mother Earth..
here, I could see the beauty of creation but it did not touch my soul self like home does. what a great learning i am having. well, that is one of the reasons that I made this pilgrimage, to put the ancestral ties to rest and I do believe it has happened, or is happening as I travel.
Up steep steps to the ruins..which was not made easy by the added weight of rocks that I had collected on the beach near Merlins cave. Rocks gathered for gifts at home, a bigger one to put in my garden,.. at one stage, as I ran from stone to stone, rock to rock, looking for the perfect one to take, I did hear Joe say 'not too many. Lucy'.. I think he is worried that I could end up like Lucille Ball in the Long, Long Trailer!
The paths very slippery so we didn't get to see it all.. it started to rain quite heavy and being there just wasn't fun. And it seems as if I may becoming immune to all the ancient buildings here, because truthfully, the castle ruins were.. ho-hum.. they did not have the same effect on me as Lanercost Priory or Glastonbury Abbey did.
I am starting to see a pattern.. I am attracted to the old churches and abbeys more than castles and grand homes. When we drive into towns and villages, I always seem to stumble upon a church connected to Mary, Mary Magdalene or the Benedictines.
and this is reinforcing my belief in Mary, Mary Magdalene and Jesus and their connection to Glastonbury. It is as if, this trip is bringing my own beliefs all together.. into something that i can use when i go home. and being ok with that. and not following rules making me feel as if I must do it someone elses way.
[ragged robin, growing along the road side here in Tintagel]
I am getting more enjoyment from walking around the villages and seeing cottages and gardens and experiencing the stay in the cottages as we travel. and I think Tintagel may have been a little of an anti-climax after my time in Glastonbury.
and so back to Clematis Cottage..