From August 8 - 12, Alison, Kristine, Marianne, & I stayed
at the Norton Mede, a Bed & Breakfast in Pendeen in Cornwall
[Not far from Land's End].

This is the face that greeted us in Pendeen: Paul the Magnificent.
Together with his partner, Jean the Great, we were well
cared for at the Norton Mede.

Al, Jean, Paul, & Lynn.

Anith, Marianne, Kristine, me, Cheryl, & Alison.

Lyn, Al, Lynn, Selene, Rene, & Anith.

The weather was somewhat rainy, which provided some
excellent opportunities for singing in the rain.

The rocky shoreline was stark and beautiful.

The Geevor Tin Mine (now a museum) was
just across the road.  Given my fascination with
holes in the ground, i had to thoroughly investigate it.

One of the great pleasures of the mine was
how you would happen upon odd and often
humorous sculptures, such as these dogs
made out of miner's boots.

These ore crushing devices may also be used as
time transporters to planet Zargon
(I can at least vouch for the one on the right).

Evenings were often filled with song singing, courtesy
of the two Lyn(n)s.

And, of course, what business trip would be complete without business.
It is a pleasure to see someone enjoy their work so thoroughly.

Here at last we await the eclipse.  

The wind at the top of the hill (in Pendeen) was quite strong;
the rain eventually let up, but the clouds swirled
in the most peculiar fashion.

Then, from the west, the sky grew dark, and in the growing
darkness... how to describe it... a... presence made itself known.  
At first it seemed only to be in the clouds, but then as the
mist became as thick as pea soup, a strange almost rumbling tone,
no almost only a vibration, began.

The white goat reared up on its hind legs,
let loose a cry that would rouse Merlin from his sleep,
and, bolting toward the sea, broke its chain from its mooring,
and disappeared into the increasingly disconcerting darkness.

We all looked at each other, and held each other,
as the Earth seemed to send chilling rays up from its core.

This was indeed more than we had bargained for.

I laughed out loud.  The others looked at me in horror and disbelief.  

It was then that the earth shook -- a great wrenching
lurch that threw us off our feet, and also extinguished what few
electric lights could be seen in the town below.

There in the pitch black darkness,
    the air thicker than coal tar,
      the earth hurving and weaving beneath us,
         we all prostrate hugged the earth,
             sobbing,
                crying,
                   clenching the rough hillside plants and rocks,
pleading our contrition for all our past sins.

and Over and above our climaxing bedlam,
   The Voice
       a voice of hope and light rang out,
          bringing with it a dual sunrise
             in the North
                and in the South.  

Some say it was a seagull,
   or a flock of seagulls.  

Some say it was a group of schoolchildren.

But i believe that it was a gang of angels calling us
    all
       to their playgrounds
          in the once mythical
             and future
                city of
                   Atlantis.

Let us heed their call.

Front row: Lynn, Judy, Paul, Cheryl, Anith, Selene.
Back row: Me, Kristine, Rene, Lyn, Al.
Missing: Alison, Marianne, Rosemary, Sean.

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