3 Oct. - Penzance

 Image: Waiting for the tide to drop before crossing from Marazion to St Michael's Mount

The pilgrim's journey ... To travel, through unknown terrain, to a point of personal import ... The entire trip is just such perhaps? Today, though, brings it to clarity.
The tread along the causeway, before it is hid once again by the rising tide, to ascend the mount. A 'pinnacle', once found, revealing, perhaps, a personal quality?
My journey has been, and continues thus, a succession of goals to 'summit' ... The Spey, Skara Brae, Loch Ness, Snowden, The Lakes, Cymru, Bath, Sennen Beach, Land's End ... And on, and on. Personal 'stories' held only in mind ... Until, until.
Joyously, their accomplishment, whilst truthful, leave room yet for further anticipation + new joy to come. And then ... Penzance ... A belt buckle ... Made locally ... Of Cornish tin ... In Celtic style ... The last ... Just waiting for me to find it!

Notes: I am much taken by the notion of pilgrimages. I think many people in our absurd contemporary societies would benefit greatly by embarking on such as suit their interests and temperament. By coincidence, as I type this entry on my laptop ready for posting, I am wearing on the belt for my jeans, one year later, the very buckle I found with delight in Penzance. Be sure, if you get the chance, to do the walk out to St Michael's Mount and ascend to the summit also yourself.