Friday, 20 February 2015

A wise goat and a poetry box on a coastal path.

"Hey! hold still." I whispered under my breath to the goat who looked like Billy Goat Gruff and not too pleased to see me brandishing my camera. 

"Still yourself first!"
his eyes pleaded with me.

While exploring the Exmoor Heritage coast,we ended up in the twin towns of Lynton and Lynmouth. Once again, the credit goes to our friends in London who made the recommendation.

We parked in Lynton and walked up the main street to find a place to have a late lunch.
Charlie Friday's looked very inviting and worth a try.

We must have been really hungry because I don't seem to have taken any photos.
I do remember the decor was funky and cool. The green they've used is very unusual- almost chartreuse with flecks of yellow- wonder how they came up with that shade and who chose it-  
because it works.
The decor makes you zingy even before you've sipped their delicious hot chocolate 
licked the foam off the coffee 
 dunked home made bread in soup.
They call themselves 'Lynton's funkiest cafe'.
I concur.

The day was perfect for a walk. The sun was not beating down and the little cloud cover made for ideal walking conditions.

Tummies full of delicious wholesome food and teenagers happy after drinking yummy hot chocolate  also made for ideal walking conditions.

I'm not sure which path we took as it was getting late and I was keen to walk- even if it was for a short time. So, instead of faffing around with maps and checking out the visitor centre,we headed towards the coast and started walking.

The views of the Bristol Channel from the path:

Mr. Gruff, the senior, aka the Wise One:)

The rest of the Gruff clan...

What's this?

Looks interesting...

  A Poetry Box was taking a break on this bench.
We decided to give it company.

Needless to say, 
we dallied.
We read what was inside.
Dallied a bit more.
left feeling full,
content and
A simple act of
reading, writing and drawing
 it was least expected
brought the whole world together
in that little poetry box.
I felt one.

Here are a few samples...mostly the ones the teenagers liked:)

An idiotic TWAT or not, I like it-
 "Remember this day as there's no tomorrow."

It was Shiva's birthday this week.
I like Shiva.
 He is the first Yogi or Adi Yogi 
 he always looks so good (in all the images of him I've ever seen- in temples, on calendars and even the latest telly serials)- 
all toned up and handsome!

A facebook share on his Birthday (Shivaratri)
 led me to these words: 

"Prayer means you are trying to talk to God. Meditation means you are willing to listen to God. You are willing to just listen to existence, to the ultimate nature of creation. You have nothing to say, you simply listen.

The moments I spent sitting there with the poetry box after we'd put the book back in the box stilled me.
 All the walking and clicking and oohing and aahing at the sights crystallised into a happy memory when we all just sat down- didn't really talk to each other, but felt one.

The goat's advice made sense to me.
Pausing and reflecting is the darkroom of experience.
A clear picture emerges when the senses have had time to stand still. 

Lately, I have started discovering the magic of listening.
 Instead of talking about me, my stuff, my family, my yoga practice, my woes, my worries, my plans, my plants and my darling garden, 
I am trying to listen-
it's not easy for me.
In fact, it's damn hard!
What a fascinating activity it's turning out to be.
Try it.
Sit and Listen.

A bench on Lynton High Street...

Here's a video I watched recently- thanks again to facebook shares... 
the speaker is talking about stillness.
  I'm still amazed when things I've been ruminating about are shared by friends almost as if it has all been timed by some cosmic power.

There is an old saying my mum used to say:
"when the student is ready, the teacher presents himself."-
I am becoming a believer!

If you are planning to visit the Exmoor National Park, here are some useful links:

The fact that this post is about a wise goat so close to the Year of the Goat celebrations is purely co-incidental. I take no responsibility for being so organised as to create a post to time with the Chinese New Year. It just happened.

Wishing you all a peaceful and healthy year ahead:) xx


  1. what a magical journey!!! LOVE LOVE!! did you make the sketches arti? amazing!

    1. I'm glad you enjoyed the journey Ananda. One of the sketches (opposite the jackdaw one) was done by my daughter.

  2. Ahhh, the quiet joy of listening - within and beyond self. There is so much to be discovered and enjoyed in the quiet.
    Thanks for the reminder, Arti, and the warm pictures too!

  3. You are welcome April:) Keep warm!

  4. Beautiful pictures and beautiful thoughts!

  5. Arti, everything here is so beautiful and welcoming. Your photos are always stunning and your writing is out of this world. I am quite tired tonight (before shutting down, i just HAD to visit your blog!) and as soon as i read the first few sentences, you had me wrapped up in your adventure and i knew i would read till the end of your post. :) That Poetry Box! i love that idea! What a wonderful way to make people feel connected to one another (without being in the same place at the same time). I love it. I have so much to say (write) to you... you have been so kind with your comments on my blog and i so appreciate your warm heart and your thoughtful words. I will visit again on the weekend & write you a more cohesive note. I am happy we share this space together. :) xx

    1. And I am happy in turn to have met you via blogging Pauline. Enjoy a relaxed weekend:) xx

  6. You write so well and your pics talk....Great travelogue Arti and I really like the poetry me ideas!!

    1. Thank you for visiting. So love your poetry:)

  7. What a beautiful hike. Looks like you had a wonderful day. Weekends In Maine

  8. Everything about this post makes my heart happy.


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