At A Castle

There was a wedding at the Castle, today. We weren't a part of the event, simply tourists who happened to be staying the night. It was lovely fun, though, because everybody was in a good mood, dressed marvelously, and feeling in awe of the beautiful sea just below them. The ring bearer was clearly very pleased with himself, hopping around the periphery (holding his pillow) as the guests stared in awe at the bride. It couldn't have been any nicer.

All throughout the day this wedding continued, different activities at different times. We came and went, and each arrival showed us a different point in the festivities. We arrived this morning at 10:15, and it is now 8:30 pm, and the guests are still down there dancing.  

Being all that way up the hill already, we decided to try and find St Michael's Way, once more. I hoped we wouldn't meet up with the combat boot lady again, and get myself scolded. But we saw no sign of her and walked on up toward Knill's Monument. Along the way we searched for the mysterious path the Saints had taken, leading them to St Michael's Mount. This path would have a special kind of signpost, hailing it as The Way. We watched carefully for it and nearly became distracted from it a time or two. But finally, there it was. The sign we had sought had been there all along; we just hadn't noticed. We are pretty good noticers too, but even the best sometimes miss what they shouldn't.

We followed the path for a ways just to see how it felt, but will plan on a day's hike before we leave St Ives. For now at least, we know the direction to take.

It is now 9 pm and the guests are still dancing this night away. The ring bearer has likely worn himself out, and is feeling ready for his bed. So am I. We may have moved from the sweet little cottage right on the sea, where we could hear the tides all night long. But we've come up in this world. A castle! It was good enough for that young couple's wedding. It is surely good enough for me.

See you along the way!
the SconeLady