Once you arrive in Corsica you will quickly become aware of how utterly spoilt for choice you are. Whether you love the ocean, mountains, coastal drives, water sports, horse riding or even golf! The island has it From sea it appears to be a white city, gleaming in the sun and hovering above rough waters below. on offer in season.
Lucky for me, Lara has been living in Corsica for over three years and besides knowing all the popular tourist destinations and activities, Lara is willing to share the more hidden treasures with like minded people.
We reluctantly head out on what started as a windy, chilly afternoon, bikini’s packed, not expecting to need them and took a short drive to the start of a nearby hiking trail.
While walking we both commented on how at home we felt, comparing the fauna to many a trail in the Cape. The wind had died down, which is also a familiar trait in the Cape. Following the pathway we found ourselves stopping so often to take photo’s of the breath taking scenery and more importantly to select a beach we could take a swim at, all to ourselves I might add!
The hiking trails are not difficult. A little bit of clambering over rocks and boulders, sheltered from the wind and not too steep a climb at any stage. Plus with the constant stopping and starting you will be doing to take pictures, it will take a moderate level of effort.
En route to our private swimming bay I noticed a pile of rocks, as we approached more and more stacks of stones became apparent.
Lara explained to me that these are man made formations called cairns. A word from Scottish Gaelic derivative. These piles are placed by hikers to act as a ‘roadmap’ along the pathway.
We stopped to take time out and each build our own cairn. I had to laugh at myself, in typical fashion I had to pick the most unstable ledge of a rock and stack my pile lower than everyone else, but somehow sheltered and with a unobstructed view. I’m sure a psychoanalyst could have had a field day with my selection process.
Lara and I each built a small cairn to mark our presence and set an intention for our future paths. Some people mock this mini ritual, they even go as far as to call it a kind of natural graffiti. Claiming it litters the natural landscape. I see merit in their opinion, but as I reflect on the experience, I feel very happy and reassured thinking of my cairn looking out across the tranquil bay.
A little further around the corner, there it was in all of its picture perfect splendour. The beach we had seen from the start of the hike. Still, clear, turquoise waters, shallow enough to walk far out into the horizon.
Spotless, pristine and unspoilt. Paradise. Somehow conversation dissolves, your breathing settles, your shoulders drop and you come to find yourself exactly in that very moment. Content and in awe of your surroundings.
After quite some time in the water followed by soaking up some sunshine it was time to pack up and head back to the car. A pleasant walk up to the car, not too steep and once again spoilt with panoramic sea views.
A perfect afternoon, great company, sun, sea and scenery!
Article : Theresa Moodie
Photo Credit : Lara Boshoff