I’m not going to lie, the past couple of months have been pretty hard. The decision to direct an expedition and have a part-time job alongside my degree may not have been the brightest, and it has certainly expanded my capacity for stress.
Deadlines have gone well though; I feel like the exams were okay and my job is like any job in retail, I imagine. Spending every moment of every day either in the library, at work, or asleep for the past two months has not been ideal however, and today was my first true day off in a long time.
With some of my wonderful flatmates departing soon for graduate life and beyond, we managed to steal an impromptu trip out to Mawnan Smith, finding a deserted beach and calm waves- the perfect tonic for all the built-up stress of the past months. Climbing up cliffs, searching for fins at sea and even just breathing the clean coastal air was a welcome change from the stuffy library. There wasn’t much around wildlife wise, but a Shelduck, Great Spotted Woodpecker and a trio of my favourite bird, the Fulmar, was enough to keep me amused for ages.
Expedition wise, everything is going brilliantly. We’ve secured funding from a few sources, including the Royal Geographical Society, negotiated a partnership with Craghoppers and have so much exciting science to look forward to- we really are just counting down the days now. Still, there is plenty to do, but I think we are past the hard slog of endless grant applications. The interesting stuff has finally started! I do still need to secure my drone, though that is another story for another day.
With Malaysia, Michigan and then California all scheduled for the summer, it is going to be a pretty special few months. Make no mistake, I’ve worked hard to get there, though.
Why is the post called ‘I Stood On Cape Cornwall’? I’ve been considering my USA Grad School applications in the future, and it’s made me think about where I am now, and the kind of place I would like to live in the next few years. Sometimes you need to take a step back to realise how lucky you are, because Cornwall is a very special place, yet it has taken a while to rediscover that Cornish magic. It may not have the best infrastructure in the world, and it certainly doesn’t have a Nandos, but it is still Cornwall- a unique celtic culture matched by an enchanting, rustic setting, from the deserted mine works to the golden beach of Porthtowan. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s only taken three years, but I’m finally starting to feel like I belong here.
For this is my Cornwall, and this is my home.