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...
Patching Things Up
“It’s a shame it’s scratched and gouged,” I grumbled to Mr Word Loft, as I smoothed my palm over the surface of the sideboard storing my arts and crafts materials. “Give it a lick...
Stepping into a Floral Paradise
It cast its spell as soon as I walked through the gates. I imagine The Garden House grounds in Yelverton are beautiful in all seasons, but early summer must be one of the best. Fresh...
Glorious Godolphin
Are we in the right place? I asked Mr Word Loft as our car bumped onto an earthen road, with high shrubs on either side. Signs soon confirmed we were at our intended destination. Godolphin...
Inspirational Tintagel Castle
Waves of excitement infused the air as we marched towards the ruins of Tintagel Castle, the turquoise-spangled ocean behind it. It was bright and breezy, and Mr Word Loft and I embraced the scenery of...