Suddenly everything hurts - In the name of Thiago - Day 46
It’s hard to explain
but sometimes my body just wants to give up. And the ironic thing is that it
has absolutely nothing to do with the long walk I did yesterday. I just get so exhausted.
I used to think this was ME or chronic fatigue syndrome as I felt like this
pretty much constantly from my mid-teens through my twenties and into my
thirties.
But when I got
diagnosed with sleep apnoea three years ago and had to start wearing a mask to
sleep, things improved instantly. I have just about got used to looking
like the elephant man at night, though I wonder how it makes Angelica feel
sometimes. Let’s just say, it’s not very alluring. Today has just made me
slightly anxious though because these times of being exhausted used to last for weeks and months
and that’s the last thing I need right now with everything that’s going on.
Talking of things that
are going on, despite all that I’ve just described, I managed to get out with
my girls and aunty Diane today. We all piled into the car this morning with the
intention of going to Mousehole – make sure you know how to pronounce it before
going there – and then changed our minds a few times en route. Suffice to say,
we never made it to Mousehole.
Our first stop was Trengwainton
Gardens, a little national Trust spot we found almost by accident. My first
photo today is from the gardens looking out to Mount’s Bay. On a clear day I imagine
this would be a cracking view. Couldn’t see shit today though.
From there, we decided
to whip round to Land’s End. It’s a bit of a tourist trap these days sadly but
it’s still somewhere that holds a great deal of fascination to me at least. Anything
to do with borders or islands just does it for me. Slightly odd I know but
there you go.
Apart from the £4
charge for the car park, there were plenty of opportunities to get sluiced for a few quid
everywhere you looked. I only wanted to stand by the sign and walk around that
last piece of land before the Antarctic takes over. They want money off you for
that too, which is why you can’t make out the writing on the signs as we weren’t
able to get any closer.
Now I’m not saying
that there’s no value to be had through the various options that the tourism
bods are putting on at Land’s End but I’m not sure that Chicago town pizza is going
to be a winner. I guess I’ll be leaving that for someone else to report on.
The winds were properly
getting to work as we walked towards the coastal path down to Sennen Cove and
it was at around about that moment that I regretted not having done a proper
walk today. Cousin Johnny had suggested we might be able to work from
Porthleven to Land’s End and it never quite happened that way. I hope my old
mate is doing okay, he’s a good lad.
From the edge of
England, we drove a couple of miles along the coast to Sennen - it's less to walk. Sennen probably
suffers a little by contrast with its more illustrious neighbour and yet it is
stunning, far more so actually.
Elisa got to play on
the beach and then it made me a bit sad knowing that those days will be gone
soon and I won’t be able to repeat them with Thiago. Elisa continues to make me
feel proud though and I still feel very fortunate even if inside I’m breaking
up.
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