Yesterday I travelled on to Cornwall. When I was tuning in where to go after Glastonbury a few weeks ago, the most southeastern corner of England would kind of light up on the map in my mind’s eye, it seemed to be blinking at me. This happened several times and I started to read up about this part of Cornwall and finally booked an airbnb place here in Penzance. The journey was quite adventurous. I had been aware of the forcasted snow and people in Glastonbury even went as far as suggesting I should travel the day before, but when I felt into it, it seemed to be ok to go ahead with my plans. When I stood in the snow waiting for buses yesterday, there were times when I was not so sure anymore. But the buses came eventually, the first local one however, which I was on for 1h 30 minutes was freezing cold, outside -4 degrees and inside just a few more. I was able to warm up for 15 minutes in a cafe at a bus coach stop after the ride. The next bus brought me to a junction close to the M5 where the Falcon bus to Plymouth would pick me up. In that short stretch I overheard people saying that bus services would be stopped in the afternoon.
My Falcon came, I had to clear my bag of a layer of snow when I boarded the bus, and going on the M5 was ok until just before Plymouth where snow fall was getting heavier and everything slowed down. When we arrived in Plymouth, many bus services from Plymouth had been cancelled. A young man from Egypt had just heard that his bus to London had been cancelled and we walked together to the train station where he wanted to check if he could instead go by train. I had chosen to get from Plymouth to Penzance by train anyway and though my train was delayed it did go and we had a beautiful ride through snowy Cornwall. But most of the connecting services had closed down and as I listened to fellow travellers trying to phone a taxi to get to their home it seemed that also taxi companies had stopped going because of icy roads and continuing snowfall. They have not had this amount of snow here for 40 years I was told. I called my airbnb host to tell her about the delay, and asked if she would be able to drive as she had offered to pick me up at the station. She was indeed waiting for me at the station, one of the few people in Penzance without four-wheel drive car who dared to drive on the snow. She told me that she was not sure if we would make it up the hill to her house, a 3 mile drive, and if not a friend of hers with a tractor would come and help us … But we made it thanks to her courage and winter driving skills. Yeah.
I am staying in a cabin in her garden. The water in the kettle was frozen when we arrived and there was no running water because the water pipes must be frozen I think, but a mobile heater is bringing some warmth to the room and the internet is working. I had a good night under two duvets and my hat on. Today the forcast is for strong winds which are already blowing around the cabin, but temperatures are to increase.
This is what happened as an outside adventure. Inside I was enjoying my ‘knowing’ that I would get to where I needed to go. A similar knowing that also keeps me from following plans sometimes, as it kept me from cycling when it was too stormy on Lanzarote for example. Yesterday, even when I started to be insecure when buses were running late, the part in me that focussed on imagining arriving here was stronger.
And then this joy, that is filling me since I am in Cornwall, during the train ride a very intense joy full of light would pierce through me sometimes. I don’t think I have ever known this kind of joy, it is deeper somehow as I was able to feel until now.
And waking up this morning the joy was there again and is here still. It feels precious and I want to share it too. I am aware that the whole setup with the cabin and the snow deeply nourishes the adventurer in me. Also aware of being an adventure for beginners as from this cabin I could walk a few meters and enter the warm house of my host if things are getting too extreme. But imagining to be in a cabin in the mountains, tending a real fire instead of an electric heater and preparing my food on the fire too feels good. I want to experience that soon. At other times in my life I have stayed in real cabins and sat by the real fire deeply happy, but not alone.
Curious what the day will bring. Sending love from happy Cornwall. And sending blessings and warmth to all those who were not so lucky and got stuck with their cars in the snow and do not have electric heaters and double duvets and a kettle beside the bed.
The view from my cabin. There is a little stream just beside it too.