A Seal Called Nelson
“I remember him!” I said gleefully to Mr Word Loft when we turned a corner of a coastal promenade heading out of West Looe, Cornwall. The statue of Nelson the Seal is a fond reminder...
Pretty as a Picture
During a hectic week, seeing a field of happy sunflowers was a tonic. I drew in a deep breath and then cheered with delight. Hundreds wavered in the breeze and appeared to be smiling as...
In the Summer Time
I wrote a poem with St Ives in mind, it’s one of my favourite coastal towns. Thank you to The People’s Friend for printing it.
Star of the Big Screen!
No wonder it is a film and TV location. Charlestown’s mixture of Georgian buildings and charming fishermen’s cottages is like stepping back in time. It’s the perfect setting for stories invented by Winston Graham in...
Spreading Kindness
Seeing this nifty piece of knitting displayed where it can be shared with passersby reminded me of a short story on my website. Best wishes,Sue. X
The All-Weather Mevagissey
‘Welcome to Mevagissey’. The words greet passersby in an exquisite way on the road leading to the Cornish village and fishing port. Signs are attached to a crocheted-covered bike. With woollen hearts, flowers and pom-poms,...
Crossing the Tamar – Cremyll Ferry
Connecting Counties; the ferry leaves Cremyll Quayside beside Mount Edgcumbe, with its beautiful Cornish landscapes, and passes by some of Plymouth’s most spectacular and historical waterfronts, including Royal William Yard. The journey only takes approximately...
Istria’s Little Star
We applauded our choice of destination as the airport transport from Pula dropped Mr Word Loft and me off at the Belvedere Resort, Vrsar. Cerulean sea, small islands, a busy harbour and glorious sunshine. The...
Fun on the Fjord
We were destined to journey over the waves. Boats are a large part of life in Croatia’s, Vrsar. Views across the harbour and its nautical traffic were a constant talking point – marina taxis, yachts,...
A Roman Type of Day
Watching fishing boats return to port in Vrsar was uplifting. Gulls cried and swooped in their wake as the early morning sun reflected on their wings before Mr Word Loft and I boarded the Ancient...