At long last.
A summers day worthy of its name.
Still and warm.
A day worthy of an expedition. To a high hill on a distant headland.
In search of the memorial to those who bravely fought and lost on far foreign shores.
The Ataturk memorial.
Dedicated to those who lost their loves fighting for our freedom nearly a hundred years ago.
We will not forget their sacrifice.
I wonder how different these young lives might have been if those brave souls had not fought
Thankfully they can enjoy the warmth of this summers day knowing peace
There is nothing but beauty to be seen through their eyes
They are free to climb hills
And survey the wondrous land of the long white cloud
They are so, so blessed.
Blessed to capture nature in its raw beauty
Even the raw beauty of cabbage moths mating
A rare chance to see how love and creation exist in the wild
The wilds that surround here are truly wild
The hills in summer densely covered in the canary yellow gorse flower
Beautiful from afar, so deadly sharp up close
The wild was sought and the wild was found
Even in these wild flowers hugging the sand dunes
The burdens of the soul are somehow lightened just by breathing in this salt air
And beholding the ebb and flow
Ebb and flow
With great reluctance leaving the beach to return to its own intimate waltz with the shore
Drawn now to the far fetched loveliness of the coastal road
No greater show on earth than that of sun, sea and sky
Each one on its own a picture but put together a living masterpiece.