Communion and Solitude

Communion gives us warmth.
Singleness gives us light.
At immeasurable distance stands one single star at the zenith.
This star is the God and goal of humanity.
In this world one is Abraxas,
creater and destroyer of one's world.

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photos 31, 32 and 32 of about 100 of my trip to Cornwall and London.

The kind parishioners of Ludgvan allowed us to ride in their car to Marazion.  it is from Marizion that one goes to St. Michael’s Mount, an island at high tide, with a causeway at low tide, as you see here.  My uncle, who was elderly when I was a child, had a beautiful little white house with a clear and perfect view of the mount over a garden wall of roses.  He used to sing with the Marizion Male Voice Choir.  I tried to find it from the causeway, looking back but I was not sure which it was.

St. Michael’s Mount is very special.  It is the home of the St. Aubyn family, and Lord St. Levan was the lord of this area.  We Cornish feel strongly about them, as about the Godolphins, and the Barretts, as you will see when we get to Carn Brea.  I met them once as a child at high tide on the harbour wall.

St. Michael’s Mount was originally a monastery, perhaps as a sort of Celtic sibling to Mont Ste. Michel in Brittany.  The Bretons are our cousins.  it has cannons and I loved it as a child, perhaps more than almost anywhere.  It was for St. Michael!  And it was a castle!  With the exciting island features.  I thought Kirrin Island, from the Famous Five, must be just like it.

The first pictures is Chapel Rock, again only to be reached by boat or over the sand.  The rock is (apparently - I took geology once) a tourmaline-related granite.  The special rock of the very southwest tip of Cornwall is very hard and either free with a distinctive pattern of white and green, or blood red with the same distinctive pattern of black.  It is called serpentine.  I wear a circle pendant now of the red/black type, and I have a paperweight of the green.  It polishes beautifully.

The second picture is clearly the mount itself.

The third is again an echo of an old picture from when I was a tot in Mount’s Bay, playing with the seaweed.  But in the old picture it was summer and I was in bathing kit, and it was a different type of seaweed.  Nevertheless, here we are.

We had an amazing (Cornish (as opposed to Devon)) cream tea in a small restaurant with very good food.  It was classic, and they had ‘Shmoo’ milkshakes and old Robertson’s Marmelade tin advertisements.  I also got a silver ‘pusher’, some tea towels, some shields for a walking stick, a Cornish enamel pin, etc.  I did very little shopping in Cornwall, sadly, but it is not a ‘shopping’ sort of place.

Sadly the Mount itself, and its gardens were closed.  That is what happens when you visit on a Tuesday in February, but I was very glad to be there nonetheless and the… what?  gatekeeper?  sentinel? was very pleasant and voluble.


  1. unknownsister said: Your pictures & words are making me smile so much right now :) St. Michael’s Mt looks *magical*, like something straight out of a storybook! I’m glad you still had a good time, despite it being closed. It sounds absolutely wonderful.
  2. buneesi said: This looks like a place i want to be immediately!
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