Cornwall's Hidden History Blog
Grandpa Dale was a quiet, stern looking man who always wore a shirt, tie and waistcoat on the farm, even on the sunniest days. He was hard but never unkind and I adored him. I followed him about the farm like a puppy, getting under his feet. He always carried a roll of blackcurrant fruit […]
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She pulled me up onto her lap and her woollen skirt scratched the back of my bare legs. I looked down at my grubby knees and the bruises like inky thumb prints down my shins. She reached, tired hand quivering, and brought down the photograph from its shelf. The frame was tarnishing, silver turning black […]
Read MoreI am not even sure that this post needs words. Like all of us all work and no play does me no good what so ever! I am one of those people who loves being busy but has to also make the most of the time off when I get it! For me that usually means […]
Read MoreHelston Flora is one of my favourite days in the Cornish calendar. I have happy memories of visiting as a teenager and more recently helping my oldest friend in her shop for what is just about the busiest day of the year for the town. For the uninitiated Flora day is a celebration of the arrival […]
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So it seems it is finally here, after what felt like a very long winter with rain of near biblical proportions it is at last the spring equinox.  Nothing says spring has arrived more than the riot of colour that is the Falmouth Spring Flower Show. Despite being more than 100 years old this historical little show […]
Read MoreTo be thirty-eight, childless and unmarried is to be some sort of social misfit. But I am no Miss Havisham. These days we’re allowed to have it all; a career, husband and children. But what if you don’t want it all? The assumption is there must be something wrong with you. Why else would you reject […]
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