Our weather has been wet and wild lately. Sunny breaks are few and far between. When we do get one I have a tendency to try and fit in all the things I’ve been postponing because of bad weather.
After a week of rain the clouds blew away last Friday and revealed a beautifully warm and sunny day. Full of enthusiasm I drove across town and set off for a walk. I took the coastal path that I had taken the week before just as the rain storm was blowing in. I took the same track down onto on the clifftops as I had that day but this time I was determined to walk further –
. There was no-one else about as I wandered along narrow track bordered by the low coastal bushes. The track was narrow and I had be mindful of where I walked for it curled close to the jagged cliffs and churning sea below.
I don’t walk out this way very often – maybe only once a year – so the temptation was keep going further to see how the environment had changed. The aboriginal midden that I used to skirt around the edge of now hung precariously into space as wind and rain eroded it from beneath.
(I was sure I remembered this midden being bigger so back at home I found a photo I’d taken of it a couple of years ago. Looking at it now I see it’s from a completely different angle – it does look bigger but the track I walked along when I took the older photo seems to have disappeared now).
By this stage on my walk last week the track was really getting precarious.
I veered off through the shrubbery. I’d been walking for quite some time by this stage and was getting tired but wanted to get on down to Shelly Beach, a little beach I hardly ever get to. The track through the shrubs seemed to be taking me further away from the coast though.
Just when I thought I was never going to get to the beach the track suddenly rambled down to the little protected cove. For the first time on my walk I saw another person. I don’t know what she was collecting but she was very secretive about it and kept well away from me.
That suited me just fine for what had motivated to me to walk all this way the idea of taking close up photos of the shells. I been thinking for a while that I wanted to get a photo of these that I could print out as an enlarged image. I honed in on the shells and took a number of photos. Looking at them now I have no idea which one to chose to enlarge – spoilt for choice I guess.
There are so many shells on the beach walking is quite difficult. I hurt my ankle a few weeks ago and walking across slippery shells wasn’t doing it much good at all. Still, it isn’t a walk I’m likely to take again for a while so I decided to make the most of it. Just on from Shelly Beach is another little cove that intrigues me for the cliffs appear to be held up by fossilized tree roots.
Finally satisfied I’d taken all the photos I wanted I sat awhile to get up the energy to walk back. It was low tide and the sea was benign as it lapped the shore. The girl with the bucket had disappeared behind the rocky cliffs and I had the place to myself. One of the days, maybe next summer, I’ll get up the energy to walk on and explore the lonely beaches further out.
For now though I decided the easiest thing to do was to walk back along the designated track. It proved to much quicker and easier. Next time I decide to walk to Shelly Beach I’ll keep off the clifftops and stick to the path. The clifftop tracks are getting too overgrown anyway.
As I walked back I started thinking about the fossilized plants. When I first came to this area I rented a little cottage near the sea. In the garden I found a fossil that previous tenant must have picked up on a local beach and left behind when they moved. It’s a curious object and somehow it always seems to wind up coming with me when I move.
Looking up possible metaphysical meanings for fossils I read “Fossils, because of their age, are often used as talismans for protection and long life… You can use fossils to ease atrophied muscles; strengthen bones and help with disorders of the hands and feet.” “https://www.healingwithcrystals.net.au/fossils.html
Maybe it’s about time I consciously acknowledged this fossil seems to have attached itself to me and bring it from the backyard. Maybe it just might help my ankle get better – who knows – it might even strengthen my somewhat atrophied muscles so that I really can make it to those distant beaches next summer.