It reminds me a little bit of Rishikesh, the same steep hillsides.. of course no caves or yogis or ashrams. My companions are principally the birds outside and the neighbours are friendly and do not bite. The nearby town is Lynton, which is also on a steep hill and was built principally by the Victorians who called the area "Little Switzerland". Below Lynton, at the bottom of a cliff is a village called Lynmouth, very crowded in the summer. In 1952 there was a dreadful disaster when a torrential flood in August caused serious devastation and loss of life. Lynmouth still has a memorial hall dedicated to this tragedy — which at the time was widely reported around the world. The prime minister of Jamaica even sent a truckload of bananas as his country's contribution to the relief effort.
In every country, the most sacred places tend to be where rivers meet, and in this area there is a famous beauty landmark walled "Watersmeet" where two rivers indeed meet.
One of the first things I did here was pour as pot of honey as a thankyou offering into two of the rivers, and there is a whole back narrative attached to this. I first came to the area in 1999, running a half marathon in a race called the "Doone Race" which went over the mountains. It was a near-death experience, back in the days I could run! But I finished the course...last.
The beauty of the place stayed with me, and the following year I came back with my then-girlfriend and remember chanting the Guru Gita early in the morning by the stream. Maybe this simple act is what ultimately produced the house all of 16 long years later.
There is a famous song by Jnaneshwar and the English words come to mind this morning. Wishes get granted in God's time, not your time - remember this! And God always knows whats best for you. These words may sound trite and cliched, but they are true, so deeply true and my life is a living testament to that. A truly worthless individual touched by grace, undeserving though it is: