Susan Royle - Priestess of Sound, Healing, & Soulful Movement

17/06/2026

Thank you.. for bringing us all together Marula, and to the magic that unfolded.. These 10 days felt like more than a journey. They felt like a shared unfolding, a moving deeper into the land, into ritual, and into each other. What began as an adventure became something softer and more meaningful, shaped by sacred places, signs, laughter, tears, the element and the quiet beauty of simply being together.
There was enchantment in the obvious moments the smudging, the cacao, the wells, the caves, the sea, the ancient stones, but there was also magic in everything in between In the way we travelled side by side. The way we paused, listened, and reflected. In the way each place seemed to meet us differently because we were meeting it together.
Glastonbury opened the path with gentleness and intention, and Cornwall deepened it with wildness, history, and soul. The red thread, the triskelion, the sacred waters, the glen, the cliffs, the labyrinths, the bell chant, the siren songs on the rocks, all of it felt like part of a bigger weaving, a story that was not only about where we went, but about how we changed while we were there.
What stayed with me most was the feeling of connection. To the land, one another, the ancient stories. To the beauty of simple shared moments,in a way that felt fuller by the end, as if the journey had gently opened something that will keep unfolding long after the road home.
It was one of those rare times when the outer journey and the inner one felt inseparable. Avebury called us to make a little stop, a gentle pause to hold us as we began returning to the 3D plane. After all the wild beauty, sacred places, and unfolding magic of Cornwall, it felt like just the right threshold space a place to land softly before fully stepping back into ordinary time.
There was something calming about Avebury’s ancient presence, as if the stones themselves knew how to help us adjust. It felt less like a visit and more like a grounding, a way of being held between worlds for just a little longer.
By the time we moved on, we felt quietly steadied and cleansed from yer more rain.. still carrying the magic, but ready now to return with it.. xx

16/06/2026

Our last full day began gently, with cacao shared together as a way of opening and grounding ourselves before we stepped out into the world again. We listened to the great bell chant, and there was something so powerful in that moment of shared sound and reflection as if we were gathering all the energy of the journey and holding it close.
We headed off to Rocky Valley, and it felt like the perfect place to close our journey together. We walked out through the gorge with the river moving beside us, the rocks dark and wet, and the whole place carrying that deep sense of mystery.
There were moments where we sang on the rocks like sirens, our voices carried by the water and the wind, playful and free, as if the valley itself was joining in. It felt like a goodbye and a celebration, a way of honouring the days we’d shared and the magic we had gathered along the way.
Rocky Valley is rich with history and folklore. Hidden near the ruined mill are the famous labyrinths etched into the rock face, their exact origins still uncertain. Some believe they may be Bronze Age carvings, others think they could be much later, but either way they hold a strange and captivating power. The valley itself also carries older stories of mills, river life, and the traditions of St Nectan’s land nearby.
Walking there, it felt as though the stones remembered everything the water, the people, the carvings, the centuries of story held quietly in the valley walls. We reflected on our days together as we went, and it felt like the perfect final thread in the journey: wild, musical, ancient, and full of gratitude.
Later, we decided a cream tea was definitely in order as the rains came, and so we headed to the stunning Boscastle Farm Shop. As we sat, chatted, and watched the skies clear, the sun shone through again and it felt like the day was blessing us with one last soft, beautiful moment. We reflected on our adventures together, feeling full of gratitude for everything that we had shared, learnt, and for our next adventure xx

15/06/2026

The next day, we awoke with a strong pull from the Well Maidens, as if the land itself was calling us westward. There was a feeling that we were being guided rather than simply travelling, drawn into the deeper layers of Penwith where history, folklore, and the old magic of Cornwall seem to live side by side.
The drive from Boscastle took about ninety minutes, and it felt like its own kind of crossing. We travelled through torrential rain, the kind that blurs the edges of everything and turns the road into something between a journey and a test. There were a few challenges along the way too, and by the time we arrived it felt almost like an initiation — as though we had to pass through the storm before being allowed into this next part of the story.
Our first stop was Madron, a place with a quiet but unmistakable sense of depth. In this part of Cornwall, sacred sites often sit layered over much older traditions, and Madron has long been associated with holy wells and ancient devotion. It felt like one of those places where the land remembers more than it says, where the stories are carried in the stone, the water, and the air around it.
From there we moved into St Creed and then further into the landscape of the Penwith Peninsula, where the atmosphere changes almost immediately. Penwith has long been associated with ancient rituals, standing stones, burial chambers, and the sense that the land has been inhabited not just by people, but by memory itself. The hills, the granite, the mist, and the open sweep of sea all seem to hold something old and unspoken. It is easy to understand why this part of Cornwall has always felt so mysterious it is beautiful, but never only beautiful.
And then there was Carn Euny, the ancient village, which felt like stepping through a threshold into another time entirely. This Iron Age settlement is known for its stone houses and the remarkable underground fogou, a tunnel-like structure whose purpose is still not fully certain. That uncertainty only adds to its intrigue. Was it for storage, ritual, shelter, or something else entirely? Xx

14/06/2026

Day 7 took us to Trebarwith Strand, where the weather seemed to change its mind as often as the tide. It gave us a sample of everything sun, cloud, wind, and that fresh coastal brightness that made the whole day feel alive.
The smell of the place stayed with us too salt in the air, damp rock, wet sand, seaweed, and that clean, wild scent that only the coast can truly deliver. It felt fresh and elemental, like the whole bay was breathing with the tide.
The cliffs and rock pools were such a big part of the magic there. At low tide, the beach opens up into a wide stretch of sand, and it feels like the sea has briefly stepped back to reveal all its hidden corners. We wandered, paddled, and watched the water moving in and out, always aware of how quickly the whole place can shift when the tide turns. We bought wooly hats from the local surf shop as it was so cold and then ate and drank warm coffee I had a fish finger sandwich, which somehow tasted exactly right for the day. simple, coastal, comforting, and best enjoyed with salt in the air and the sound of the sea around us. Then we carried on paddling and taking in the changing light, letting the day be easy and unhurried.
There’s something wonderfully untamed about Trebarwith Strand. It feels like a place where the land and sea are always in conversation, and where you’re just lucky enough to listen in for a while and explore the enchantment of the caves, the waters and the glistening rocks. X

13/06/2026

Merlin’s Cave carried the energy and folklore of Tintagel in its heart. It is said to be part of the landscape where Arthurian legend lives on, forever linked with Merlin, prophecy, and the old enchanted stories of Cornwall. The cave feels like more than a place it feels like a threshold, where land, sea, and myth meet.
As we waded into the depths of enchantment, the water was cool around us, and the tide slowly drew back, revealing more of the cave to us. We played, sang, and laughed, completely caught up in the moment, as if we had stepped for a while into Merlin’s own magic. There was such joy in it, such a lightness,but also a powerful untouchable something, as if the cave was inviting us to let go and just be part of the story.
It felt ancient and alive, full of mystery but also full of fun. One of those moments where the place, the sea, and our own laughter all met as that perfect beautiful spell a moment in time.. never forgotten xx

12/06/2026

12/06/2026

Day 5 took us to St Nectan’s Glen, and it felt like stepping into a place held by both water and story.
The walk down through the woodland felt almost like a pilgrimage, we stood in circle at the entrance of this enchanted wood and gave the elementals offerings and asked for permission to enter, we smelt tge earth tge rain tge rawness of mother nature, with the green stillness drawing us in deeper with every step. The ripple of the water alongsude us mesmerising, so clear so magical. St Nectan’s Glen is wrapped in folklore, with legends saying a holy man once lived above the waterfall and rang a silver bell to warn ships of the dangerous rocks below. Whether history or myth, the whole place carries that sense of something ancient, watched over, and quietly sacred.
When we reached the waterfall, it was breathtaking, not a soul in sight, so maybe we bathed in our birthday suits or naybe we simply paddled and sang as we were cleansed, refreshed and reborn the water falling through the rock in a way that felt both wild and deeply mystical. People have long treated the glen as a place for prayer, reflection, and offerings, leaving ribbons, crystals, and little tokens among the trees and stone, we sang to the waters and it felt like one of those rare places where the natural world and the unseen world effortlessly meet as one.
We took our time there, letting the energy settle this is no ordinary waterfall; it felt like a threshold, a place where the land itself was speaking and time no longer existed, an otherworldly magic that can only be experienced by visiting St Nectans Glen.. we will be back xx

11/06/2026

Day 4 felt full of Boscastle’s wild magic.
We spent the day wandering, shopping a little, and then making our way out to the spit, where the sea seemed to gather itself and come in with force. There was something powerful about standing there and watching the water move, as if the whole landscape was breathing. The wind, the tide, and the movement of the harbour all seemed alive with their own rhythm.
We also made our way to the blow hole, which added to that feeling of the land revealing its hidden force. Boscastle has always felt like a place shaped by more than just weather and time — there’s a deep sense of story here, of cliffs, currents, and old energies moving through the rocks and water. It’s easy to understand why this place has so much folklore wrapped around it, why it feels both beautiful and a little wild, as though the sea has never entirely let go of it.
After all that, soup felt like exactly what we needed — warm, simple, and comforting after the movement of the day. Then we went back to the Airbnb to rest and relax, letting the energy of the coast settle around us.
Boscastle feels magical in that untamed way, where the sea, the land, and the stories all seem to meet.