This air Christmas festivities and free time for the holidays year-end brings me back to earth in a unique place in the world: Land's End in Cornwall, which I visited some Long ago, when, for a painting competition I came to London with family in tow, thinking of going to a remote place to go to England to paint. It 's a beautiful region starting from Truro, a town I had known through the television series Poldark and where I visited the famous mines. The drama Poldark has certainly shaken my curiosity led me to this place in search of its history and its beauty. Walking Truro I admired the lace made in plain view in the windows, large flower pots placed at the street lamps and so imposing cathedral style neogotico.Subito later came the turn of Penzance, my goal, where is the school of art known throughout the world, where artists come from everywhere. Here the world seems to stop to make way for a slower pace, more human scale, where there is calm and reflection. PENZANCE-mysterious places / even more / in a Christmas immaginario. / Cold covers the river, / the wind passes with his towel / and gulls / volo. close on / off I / the colors of the sails. / The boats in the sea / wave waiting / for something to happen. / The geraniums are still there thesis / and you are stroking / oceaniche. by gusts / The Cradle of the Winds, and place the Roman / from another time, / is closes with his coat in the cold, / a homage to the king that was born / in this part of the world. (from F. Baratto)
The view is enhanced by features houses with gardens and small gardens. The flowers here, as in all of Cornwall, are a symbol of beauty but also of culture and civiltà .Viaggiare, on the other hand, it will deal with different cultures and lifestyles different from ours, to learn what can not be taught . St.Ives, on the north coast, is a pretty town with its quaint harbor. In the narrow and steep along the way, hang the side of the road, bowls full of geraniums, petunias and bells that come down from their pots in a shower of petals and pastel tones.
The port, with its boats lying on the shore and in water networks with pendants, donuts and fishing equipment, creates charming and picturesque scenes. Everything here is still, as in a painting. The air is always damp and cold, the wind whistles everywhere from the ocean, bringing flocks of gulls, the real stars of the place.
My heart, however, is kidnapped from Land's End, a place beyond description, one can only speak of his majesty. And 'the last piece of land in Cornwall on the border with the ocean. As soon as you arrive on the high cliff, the wind wraps like a windmill and his whistle, at speed, rumbles from deep sound like a metronome. One has the feeling of being suspended, lifted from the ground. At the same time, the inner silence you hear in contact with a breathtaking view and the solitude of the place, he fills us completely and there rises in flight helices as spirals that run dramatically. An immense and mysterious power will raise huge foamy waves and high and s' crashing loudly on the rocks, covered with gulls, and locked in a continuous motion.
The screeching of the gulls that are lost as sobs fade with long trails of echoes, losing themselves in their rare moments of silence. Many are perched on the rocks in contemplation, and only after a long rest, resume racing on the water in a flight explained, in a game of movement, colors and sounds of the most picturesque I've ever seen. I'm lost in races and falls in the meadows, I crossed a rope bridge suspended in the air and under the sea threatening. I also directed my eyes to the sky and saw clouds which gave different forms as the host of the Hesperides on the bandwagon driven by Aeolus. There, nearby, a large boulder in mo 'to the throne, gave respite to my race and my imagination. I moved here to recall the historical events starting with the Romans, come here in the 55th C with Julius Caesar and of which there are glaring signs. Further north, near the border with Scotland, Hadrian's Wall, which began in 122d.C, the wall built by Emperor Hadrian to protect the borders from enemies from the north. Here also came the Normans in 1066 with William the Conqueror, beginning the Hundred Years War and the War of the Roses. I see there sitting on the throne, the Romans, left the fighting, and then by sea to reach the ships and ground well-equipped warriors ... In the distance I see the home of King Arthur, Camelot Castle and into the vortex of my mind, the imagination is at full gallop. Meanwhile, thick clouds above me as if to touch my hair, with strange shapes and bright colors for the water weight they carry. At my feet a carpet of grass as far as the eye follows the course of the wind waves and somersaults, bearing a rustling still mo 'of lamento.Lo remote place that I thought, is revealed to me in all its glory!
after stunning much I need to return to normal, going down to Marazion where there is the Mount Haven Hotel and there in front of St. Michael 's Mount, dell'IX century Benedictine abbey, which gladdens the sight and gives me the inspiration for a painting. The sky is always moody but often not the case and we do for the many good things going around. Although the hotel is nice and great stuff in place for the view and gives the ability to watch S. Michael is in the hours of high and low marea.Tornata home, Land's End is now with me, bringing in a piece of that land.
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