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...
The Old Post Office
The door was open, and I couldn’t wait to go inside. Tintagel’s Old Post Office had been closed on previous trips to the enchanting village, full of whimsical shops and swash-buckling tales of King Arthur....
Cotehele in the Spring
It didn’t happen. Our intended move date was postponed just after my last blog post when Mr Word Loft and I received a phone call from the building company. They needed more time to complete,...
Spectacular Istria
On the west coast of Croatia is the beautiful town of Vrsar. An ideal place to stay for exploring Istria. It is a short distance from Pula airport, and the views on the drive down...
Just Around the Corner
After twenty years, we are on the move. Word Loft will have another writing den with a completely different outlook to that described in my first blog post, A Good Place To Start when life...
Perranporth and the Dragon
A few days’ holiday and the Year of the Dragon. The connection is Mr Word Loft. Major birthdays are usually celebrated with a big party by us, but we hope to move in a few...
Colliford Lake at Twilight
A parade of zingy gorse on a grey winter’s day always lifts the spirits. At Colliford Lake, the prickly evergreen shrub harmonises beautifully with Bodmin Moor’s dramatic scenery, and I can never resist pulling a...
Chance Encounter
“That’s where they sat.” My sister pointed to lawns edging Plymouth Hoe Promenade. I had strolled there often, been to the top of nearby Smeaton’s Tower, and written about the area, but had never noticed...
Precious Pebbles
Pebbles fascinate me, and spotting special types along the shore is a favourite pastime. So one day at the beach, it was no surprise that I started jotting down a poem about them. Precious Pebbles...
A New Lease of Life
The shabby little desk appeared sad in the corner of our local charity shop, and I knew someone who was the ideal size to sit at it. My six-year-old grandson. Instantly, I started to visualise...