Pretty as a Picture
Was I in the right place? I asked myself when suddenly my phone pinged. ‘You have just driven right by me.’ It was a message from Mr Word Loft, whom I had missed waiting for...
Little Chapel on the Headland
It was a decisive “Yes, let’s go,” from me when Rame Head was suggested as a location for an afternoon stomp. The wild and dramatic landscape was one of the first Cornish places I visited...
Going to the Zoo
I started writing about a special celebration, and suddenly, the lyrics and a tune from my childhood began buzzing around in my head. Sung by a female artist, but I couldn’t recall her name. Thank...
The Tenants of Berry Pomeroy Castle
England’s most haunted castle has been imprinted in my mind since discovering it two years ago. Mr Word Loft and I had been travelling from Dartmouth late one afternoon and Berry Pomeroy was closed. I’m...
Seashells Forever
I’ve always loved shells, and have collected and photographed them, so it was inevitable that I would write a poem about them as well. Imagine my delight this week to see The Gift of Shells...
Basking in Bath
At last. That’s another travel wish fulfilled, and on this occasion to Bath, Somerset. It’s only a few hours’ drive from home, but it could be thousands of miles away. The unique surroundings reminded me...
A Saunter Down by the Water
“Left or right?” I asked as we trudged downhill between Saltash’s two iconic bridges spanning the Tamar. The play park is to the right, so our six-year-old grandson quickly decided that should be the first...
A Little Break
I haven’t been out and about visiting leisure spots since moving to our new home, so was uninspired to write my usual fortnightly blog post where I usually share those experiences. And although I’ve typed...
Bats About Bodiam Castle
“There is a castle nearby,” I told Mr Word Loft the day after attending a wedding in Kent. Still buzzing from being part of the special occasion, and tired from a late night, we decided...
Maryfield in July
It never disappoints. Maryfield was one of the first places I lived when I moved to the West Country thirty-five years ago, and recently a yomp around surrounding footpaths was revitalising after being indoors cleaning...