Sir John Betjeman’s Grave, St Enodoc Church, Cornwall

St Enodoc Church can be found hunkered down in the sand dunes at Trebetherwick, surrounded by a golf course. It's not the usual spot for a place of worship, and the building itself is also a curiousity. This unusual spot might be reason enough to visit, but it also happens to be where you'll find... Continue Reading →

Land of Legends – Tintagel Castle, Cornwall

The myths and legends surrounding Arthur, Excalibar, Merlin and the other assorted hangers-on have been told, re-told, and re-imagined many times throughout history. It's a tale of chivalry, forbidden love, magic, tragedy, pretty much everything you need for a timeless story - no wonder it's still so popular. Cornwall, an area of the UK steeped... Continue Reading →

A Mythical Isle – St Micheal’s Mount, Cornwall, UK

Places to go (when we can go places) I'm digging out and sprucing up blog posts to bring fantastically inspiring places to all you writers out there. Stay safe. #4 St Micheal's Mount, Cornwall Just off the coast of Marazion, Cornwall, is a tiny island called St Micheal's Mount. When the tide is low, you... Continue Reading →

Follow the ancestors – Chysauster Ancient Village

If there one period of history I love most it's got to be ancient history. The pre-history of the UK holds a special fascination and seeing as I live here, it's easier for me to visit what remains of it. Chysauster Ancient Village near Penzance in Cornwall, is an Iron Age settlement consisting of a... Continue Reading →

A Visit to Poldark Country – Cornwall, UK

If you're not familiar with BBC series "Poldark" let me sum it up - set in Cornwall in the eighteenth century, it focuses on Ross Poldark, played by Aidan Turner, who's trying to make his fortunes by mining copper, and has a penchant for scything things with his top off. Ok, so there's actually far... Continue Reading →

The Ballad of Annie Jeffries

They called me the Changeling babe,Not quite a girl, not quite right.Through needle eyes I saw other realmsand went wild dancing round finger trees.I jumped the Naiad,on a green bowing branch,and sang to the fair behind the fronds.Nay boy could beat me at their games,I would lick my finger at them and shriek,stride back to... Continue Reading →

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