Lost on Godolphin Hill. Painting. Poem. Story.
‘Cornish Moor’ by Lorraine Durant (artist website: www.lorrainedurant.co.uk).
Lost on Godolphin Hill:
Ancient old mound, two views of the sea
Gloom gathering fast all around
Voices of men from this land now long free
A whispering, half imagined sound
Hard granite bones push through soft verdant flesh
Long dead hands pulled the copper from this ground
It seems the paths from this hill that led me up here
Once lost can never be found.
Cornwall 10/10/15 firstname.lastname@example.org
I went with Lorraine for a ‘short walk’ from the cottage where we were staying in St. Hilary, a small village in West Cornwall. It was late afternoon on our first day there. We strolled through the beautiful Cornish countryside, admiring the impressive disused copper mining buildings dotted around.
Unexpectedly, having unknowingly taken a wrong turn, we arrived at the base of a beautifully shaped hill. We couldn’t resist, so climbed up to the summit which commanded great views of the surrounding land. To the West we could see St. Michael’s Mount in Mount’s Bay, near Penzance. To the East, lights twinkling in St. Ives Bay.
It was dusk, the light was now poor. Somehow, we descended by the wrong path to a dead end. We re-climbed the hill. We tried two more paths down the hill, neither of which returned us to our starting point. With dark approaching, we stood on the summit of Godolphin Hill, feeling very lost…