• My Wildflower Meadow
    Life

    New Home, New(ish) website

    At the end of July we moved from the windy North Cornish coast to the southern side of Mid-Cornwall. Although we’re only a few miles from the town and the coast, we’ve swapped a terrace for a 200yr old granite stone cottage in the middle of a wooded valley. My noisy DIY obsessed neighbours are replaced by the hum of bees, the conversation of the nearby stream and the nosy robins who follow me around our acre of land. Come nightfall, the tawny owls duet to one another and the foxes scream.  This move is quite a gamble for us professionally, a well earned tonic mentally, and knackering physically (there’s…

  • Life,  Photograph,  Write

    A walk on Bodmin Moor

    Self-care and a book idea Out on the wily windy moors I certainly didn’t ‘roll and fall in green’ as Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights proclaimed. More like, roll and fall in the mud. Bodmin Moor in the winter (certainly, in any month of the year) can be summarised in one word: wet.  The worn passages, made by man and beast, resemble trickling streams. These small tributaries shine like silver in the watery sunlight, nestled between tussocks of yellowing grass and scattered granite. However, the atmosphere on the day I decided to walk the moors was unusual. The golden light from the low winter sun had cooled to a blue tone.…

  • Poetry,  Write

    Thomas Hardy’s Cornwall

    I must admit, I’m not the keenest of fans on the classics such as Thomas Hardy. Yet, after watching every conceivable adaptation of Far from the Madding Crowd, I gave the book a go. The impetus was also spurred on by the fact my dad keeps sheep.   After this, I kept seeing Hardy everywhere.   What will we do this weekend?   First Love   During a favourable May, Mr Cox and I visited Boscastle in search of spring flowers in the Valency Valley. We walked the woodlands and visited the curious Minster Church, with the gravestone of the unjustly condemned witch knows as the “Fighting Fairy Woman of…

  • Stormy sunset offshore Bude, Cornwall
    Write

    The muse in my landscape

    There's an urge to begin my very first blog post with a little bit about me. However, I'm trying to be a writer and no one likes an information dump, therefore I will dive straight in. Rather than tell you about me, I'll introduce you to the landscape where my body resides, and perhaps to the one in my head too.