It doesn’t have to be The view of the sea to see when stood on the gentle sleeping giant of Mulfra or the dawn course like a natural alarm clock set to no certain time who won comforting cosy quiet stretching cross valleys as the Sun hides behind the horizon as if settling for bed.

It could be the everlasting drizzle soaking you as wet as a lily floating in a pond or the Morland singing the song of the wild wind drifting across the sea and the land sneaky sky-robber nipping chips before seaching for more as you sit on the prom looking out of the everlasting sea.

Just take time to wonder at the ivy spreading its heart leaves across the cold granite wall sitting and waiting, Listen to the breathing of the sea like a endlessly-sleeping child waiting for the morning, Feel the humming of a sycamore whispering in a silent voice as we wondered down a dirt path unhearing and unknowing ,Be one to notice, answer the storm’s call and just take time to notice.