|Rocks at top of Tren Crom|
I spend most of my time, however, alone with my God on the moors. I sat for an hour (perhaps it was ten minutes) on a rock this afternoon, and considered how I should describe the color of the Atlantic. It has strange shivers of purple and green, but if you call them blushes, you introduce unpleasant associations of red flesh. I am afraid you have little feeling for nature. I have seen innumerable things since I came here that would be worth writing down -- "yellow, gorse, and sea--" trees against the sea-- but I should no doubt use so many words wrongly that it would be necessary to write this letter over again.
|Panoramic view from Tren Crom, Including Godrevy lighthouse|
Letter to Lytton Strachey about her visit to Tren Crom on April 21, 1908 ( L1 327)