What a Setting, What a Place, What Stories have Lived Here...
It has been such a varied and wonderful summer for me starting with a fortnight in Devon, on a campsite by the beach in Start Bay. Such a great opportunity to be fully human, engage with others, talk face to face with strangers, tell anecdotes, yarns and hear the stories of the place and of the people.
At the pub, queuing for ice-cream, at the shop, doing the washing up at the communal sinks, waiting at the water tap. There is something about life slowing down on a campsite that allows us to breathe, things become simpler and for stories to live through being shared.
If only the land could speak...
We often say the phrase but we forget that it is through us opening our mouths, sharing and listening to each other that those stories can be breathed into life again. It's by taking time to sit in a place, allowing our imagination to roam that the land can speak by prompting a memory or thought, or creating a new story to tell about our being there.
The best thing is it doesn't have to be just for holidays... and that's what I love about being a storyteller.