& here we are - after a long gestation, Sarah, Rachel & I arrived late afternoon in St Ives, with Gary joining us tomorrow night, & a convening with Clare at the Studios in the morning.
The themes of our stay were making themselves present even during the day's journey: past Exeter, wrecks were visible in the estuary, half-submerged & corroded; sandbanks traced lines, barely breaking the surface, & parts of the coast were lined with fog. Tracks of birds sunk into estuary mud, mirrored later in gulls' tracks in the Porthmeor beach sand.
Passing into Cornwall, the remnants of the mining industry are a presence against the skyline.
Evening traces: prints of humans, birds & other animals on the beach; mounds of sand from the day's play; smells & smoke of barbecues passing over stubs of charcoal from other days. Distant laughter from farther down the beach; distant music.
Later: sunset, the sun a glittering line, a golden finger tracking across the sea. Hidden rocks reveal their presence in eddies on the surface, & other rocks create wide-spreading circular ripples that pattern against a fractal stack of other wave motions. An absence - few juvenile gulls yet, so a sound is missing for those normally visiting later in the summer.
Speck-scatter of gulls on the ocean.
Residual cloud fire.
Tomorrow, a first look around the Studio & Cellar for many of us; & preparations for our first workshop on Monday morning, & our first performance Monday afternoon.