Coverack remains one of my most frequent haunts on the Lizard. Here the sea is so often soft and silent and perfectly flat; foamy…
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“If we’re going to talk, then let’s talk. Forget about what is polite or proper and delve right into what is sincere and honest….
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It’s the merry month of May and although there’s still a cool breeze in the air, Cornwall is a-bloom. Our lane is overflowing with cow…
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Such a title seems a little ironic when last week I don’t think my feet really touched the ground. I swear whenever I find…
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My room is currently being redecorated. It’s a loft room, so walls are being taken down, insulation is being put in and new cupboards…
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Sarah was back in Cornwall this week (pretty sure I don’t need to introduce her anymore). We spent our all-too-limited-time-together going for coastal walks;…
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Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day – A.A. Milne
January’s got me thinking. Or perhaps rethinking I should… -
Whether we’re experiencing an Indian Summer or a slightly absent autumn, I neither mind nor care, because the sun is out and the schools…
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This week I find myself in the lull before the storm that is this up-and-coming dissertation deadline. An essay on nuclear energy and sustainability was…
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This is the point where I would like to tell you about my Sunday surf session, except due to my wetsuit still being in…
