Stomp

Today I feel like a badly behaved teenager coming back down to earth with a bloody big bump. Do you ever look back at your own behaviour and wonder who the hell was in your head at the time, with the distinct feeling that it wasn't entirely you? Or if, in fact, it was entirely you and that it scares the living daylights out of you? Well, these are the kind of feelings I've been wrestling with today, and the more I've thought about it the more subdued I've become. I've been hiding under a duvet most of the day, between bouts of sleep and angst, until I decided that it was no good and I had to get outside and go for a stomp. I didn't go that far, probably only about 4 miles, but here's a few snaps of the typical Cornish scenery on the way...

Red Admiral - no I didn't stick a pin in it and take it home...

Far left: Falmouth Docks from Flushing. Middle and right: Mylor Creek looking very atmospheric in the fading sunlight.

Unfortunately the two hour 'stomp' (more a kind of sulky walk really!) didn't have the desired effect of injecting any life into me and I just want to go back and curl up under the duvet again - and hope it all goes away.