We’re almost at Lammas and I’m just concluding our Summer Solstice story – an indication of how fun-packed that weekend in Cornwall was.
I have to start this post by introducing a caveat. What I am about to relate does not in any way reflect on the place we were staying, or the people who work there. King Arthur’s Inn at Tintagel is a wonderful place to stay, does nice food and drink, and the staff are nothing but helpful and welcoming. With that said, there is nothing they could have done to prevent what was going to happen to me on my return to the Inn after an evening’s adventures in the Tintagel caves.
I was feeling good about the energy work that I had done in Merlin’s Cave – the wren incident, remembering to remember Zoe’s greeting, obtaining a new white quartz rock for my garden, and generally having made the effort to do the journey down and back up that incredibly steep road in the depths of the evening gloom. All felt good.
When I got back to the inn Kal was still up but tired, and I was ready for turning in too, so I went to my room leaving Kal to sleep in the main room. I thought about reading for a while but was too tired. The sea air and the walk, the days of driving, the prospect of six hours driving the next day… all conspired to make me go to sleep almost immediately. But I had forgotten one vital ingredient!
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