A lot of my time on “not very silent retreat” (I did cheat) was spent either sitting on a wet rock wave watching, taking photos of waves and getting wet sodden trousers chasing waves and beachcombing.
Here’s some of the evidence. It’s a beautiful exciting beach – storm lashed, truly hidden at high tide, lots of coloured twine, hunks of wood, cuttlefish bones, buzzard feathers – plastic tat and the odd shoe all turn up to be looked at, photographed, squirelled in sodden jacket pockets.
Love it there. Got to wait til April to go back. I have finally found some ways to cut down being hyperactive, I am finally learning how to meditate on scripture because I have found a way to be still. It’s working so far, going through Mark’s gospel slowly on a weekend….mostly/sometimes.