The first time since lockdown I’ve seen a boat move at dawn. A silhouetted figure stands captain, creating ripples at sunrise that softly search the shore. It feels rather strange to hear such a sound. Almost sad.
I don’t want to lose the stillness I’ve found in this riverside village in Cornwall. I’ve only ever known it in the quiet of winter and since this crisis began. I’ve soaked up many solitary dawns like a nourishing soil to grow more at peace with myself. Me and the birds and the river and sky. Making a trace to keep with me before the world finally stirs.
With lockdown at ease the river begins to show a new side to itself. Becoming a day with not a cloud in the sky as it holds sailors seeking wind to power long awaited adventure. This river loving village is taking back to the water to remember itself… ?