December Days …

Briefly kissed by light one little tree easily overlooked amongst giants sparkles with a certain restrained dignity … a faerie tale setting in woodland near home … While all the world was sleeping just before Christmas … I stole out early one morning , walked through the lanes of St Ives to Porthgwidden beach … … Continue reading December Days …

Nanjizal …

I ran away down to Cornwall on my own last week with a little red tent , kettle and cameras …  A whole day was spent down at Nanjizal , a magical place I’ve wanted to visit for a very long time . Mostly I had it all to myself , just every now and … Continue reading Nanjizal …