Trevalga’s King

Driving the Cornish coast along what is romantically known as the Atlantic Highway takes you down a road that rolls through a stunning landscape. The high tors of the moorland rise up on one side and the fields drop away to the wide sweep of the sea on the other.  There beautiful coves and safe harbours nestle […]

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William Tresidder’s Grave

Beneath aged yew trees, close to the church tower door, a grey gravestone stands.  It leans a little but perhaps not so much as it should, all things considered. The slate is splattered with bright splashes of silver coloured lichen.  The stone seems flat grey in bright sunlight but step into the shade and lightly etched words appear.  Though […]

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Storm finds – Shipwrecks, Flotsam, Jetsam and Contraband

  “Cornwall . . .that disordered county!” Privy Council Report 1589 I have a glass bead which is very precious and somewhat magical to me, not only because it reminds me of camping holidays on the beautiful Isles of Scilly, a small archipelago of islands just off the coast of Cornwall, but because it is my […]

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Hireth

Hireth: longing, yearning, nostalgia (Cornish) My Cornish heritage is very important to me. I am very proud of the fact that I can trace my family tree back to 1550, all in Cornwall, mostly farmers. Recently I have been thinking about our ‘connection to place’. That undefinable feeling of belonging to somewhere.  A special bond that […]

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Seaglass and other treasures

I am a great believer in seeing the beauty in the small things in life, I don’t need the fancy stuff, the lavish meals and five star hotels. A bowl of chips and a tent in a field will do me just fine (so long as there’s mayo and a blow-up mattress). Lately I have […]

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Shipwrecked

Living beside the sea means you have a long-term relationship with a wild, wonderful and mysterious entity. You can never be sure what she will do next.  It’s important to remember that you can never trust her, you must expect surprises, the occasional wet foot and salt-misted glasses.  I grew up fearing the open water […]

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Butney Bank

I will always remember my mother reminding me that lichen is a sign of clean air. So now every time I see a tree or boulder which is green with the bushy little parasite her words come back to me. I stick out my chin and take in a deep lung full of the good […]

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