Today is the anniversary of our Handfasting. Two years ago the other half and I stood in the woods and made our vows to each other in front of the elements. The fact that the other half has broken almost every vow we made whereas I have broken none of them is beside the point. Today is our anniversary. The other half gave me a pretty little silver necklace with blue moonstone in it. I didn’t get him anything, I booked the break away as my input. I might pay for him to do one of the adrenaline experiences he likes though, if he can find something he fancies doing.
We’re off to Bodmin jail today, supposedly the most haunted jail in the country. A huge, stone building built in the 1700s. Sadly a lot of it has become so derelict that it cannot be visited, only viewed from a window. The parts that have been restored or at least kept up have been filled with exhibits – a shame as I would have preferred to just experience the building.
Much of the jail felt cold and harsh, there were pockets of sadness and terror. I took lots of video showing orbs and various other movement. There were no spots that I found too disturbing to want to stay and experience though. I would love to know more about this place. I’m particularly interested in how the prisoners were treated, how were they fed, what did they do etc etc. I can see some research looming!
After the jail we went on to a vintage fairground museum. It was fun revisiting the arcades and rides of my youth. We had lunch there. Last time I was away with my Master we had ended up in a restaurant where He wanted to eat, the only thing on the menu that I could eat was eggs. I dislike eggs, they always make me feel nauseous so I just had a drink while He ate – we then found somewhere I could eat and He had a drink while I ate. Anyway, the menu at the fairground museum was a little lacking to say the least – my only real choice was ham, egg and chips. I decided not to ask for the egg to be left off the plate but to try eating it and see if I liked it and if it still made me feel ill. I ate it, it really don’t see why people like eating eggs, they’re not that nice. I felt sick for the rest of the afternoon. Maybe not the best time to try a food that has that effect!
We went back to the cottage. It had rained during the afternoon and early evening and wasn’t that warm. I had planned to take some outdoor naked photos for my Master tonight. I wanted to do them at Golitha falls, a well-known and very popular wooded walk by a fast flowing river. The fact that it had been a wet and dreary afternoon was in my favour as it meant that not many people would have been out walking there in the afternoon. Whereas it’s not illegal to be naked in public (as long as you are not doing anything lewd) it is illegal to cause a public offence. Well…I’m not THAT fat that I would easily cause offence, but the awkward thing is, being offended is surely in the eye of the beholder, so I’d rather just not have people running into what I am doing. They can watch from a distance if they wish, but they’d better keep that distance!
After dinner it had stopped raining enough to go out. I wrapped my white cotton skirt around my naked body and wore it as a dress. I took my red, yak wool wrap with me too. I wanted things that I could easily remove and then cover myself with again. Whereas I have no problem being naked in public, others might have a problem with it. We walked deep into the woods, took loads of photos and then decided that the light was too far gone to continue. The flash photos came out beautifully but the background was starting to fade away to blackness.
We turned to retrace our steps. I suffer from night blindness and have great difficulty seeing things in low light, so I had specifically told the other half to mind that he noted the way we had walked. To cut a long story short – he hadn’t. The river splits into many little rivulets at the point we had walked to, so there’s no point trying to follow a particular one to find the path. It’s also important to remember that many of the seemingly shallow streams are not shallow at all and many are very fast flowing. You can see what’s what in daylight, but not at dusk. It may have been a warm evening but I really didn’t fancy spending the night in the woods with someone with the survival skills of an ice cream on a warm day! I used my phone torch to take a look at the surrounding terrain. After a few moments I noticed that there appeared to be a higher path, it only required scrambling up a 10 foot, very muddy bank to reach it. I mentioned it to the other half who didn’t seem to think it was worth exploring. Thankfully, I chose to ignore him, scramble half naked and barefoot up the bank to find that a simple jump down of around 4 feet the other side led to a wet but firm pathway that led out of the woods. I made him thank me – continually…all the way back to the car!
I insisted on being taken to the pub on the way back to the cottage. I felt that I had earned a drink and crisps. I’d taken proper clothes with me to put on after the photos so at least I was properly dressed. I sat in the pub, scrolling through the photos that we’d taken, deciding which to edit and sent to my Master. I was pleased with some of them but less so with others. There were more good ones that I had thought there would be though.
The moss on the trees and rocks tonight was incredibly wet. It was like leaning on a damp sponge. The water in the river was cool and refreshing, I had expected it to be colder. I probably need a bath or shower before bed tonight but somehow I can’t be bothered. I probably still have mud and moss stuck in places that you really shouldn’t keep mud and moss but hey, its nature, I’ll live! My feet are filthy though, that path out of the woods really was wet! I need sleep more than I need clean feet. I’m going to send the edited photos to my Master and then I am off to bed.