A strong offshore wind and messy swell kept me out of the water today. Instead the purple and green shades of the heather-covered hill side made up my surroundings. I wandered along the dusty path that cut through the cliffs as they fell jagged into the ever-approaching ocean. In front of me, a tin mine stood dominating the view making it unmistakably Cornwall. As the wild waves crashed below and the sea air rushed across my face I felt calm and care free, as if the power of the elements swept away any worry into its vast and endless grasp. As the sea birds flew overhead I gazed into an ever-changing yet timeless landscape and was alone with my thoughts.