Underground, Overground
I can’t believe I haven’t been to Cape Cornwall before. Energy seems to radiate from the atmosphere. Light reflects off of the waves and intensifies the landscape’s colours, and salty air billowing in from the...
Seal of Approval
So the love affair continues. With lighthouses, of course, and I can’t believe that my feature published in “The People’s Friend” about these iconic landmarks and my fondness for them was over two years ago....
From Pots to Devil’s Bellows
My attention was piqued. A pottery shop, and selling crystals, too. We had stayed in Boscastle a long time ago, but I couldn’t recall seeing it, which surprises me, as I’m a great lover of...
Story Perfect
“I don’t know where it is,” I replied to Mr Word Loft one evening in the week. “It sounds like a place in an Agatha Christie novel.” And we were amazed to find out Crackington...
Up, Over and Around
Intriguing. I read the plaque on the Old Malt House, situated at the start of our circular walk from Lostwithiel town centre. The inscription tells of Walter Kendal who founded the mansion house in 1658....
The Pipe Well
Thanks to the recent stormy weather, I investigated part of Liskeard that I don’t often visit. I needed to buy presents for forthcoming birthdays, including Mr Word Loft, so in a lull between storms, I...
Camellia Companions
I’ve been curious to know why our camellias hadn’t started to bloom as usual, especially after our trip to Mount Edgcumbe last week and admiring arrays of the shrubs flowering in shades through from white...
Celebrating.
“What shall we do for your birthday?” I was asked, so I deliberated about a place with a lunch venue to suit all of our six ages that range from four to sixty-five. “How about...
The Barbican, Books and Beverages
I had a successful couple of hours in Plymouth’s Waterstones browsing and buying. I’m writing a new story and the purchases are ideal for accurate information about World War Two, but I need others with...
Waves of Pleasure
We couldn’t remember when we were at Newquay last when discussing where to go. “Probably on a family surfing day – about ten years ago,” Mr Word Loft spoke with a nostalgic look in his...