A Cornish Resolution

The lead up is huge. There is a flurry of activity, of plans, of promise. A whirlwind of people and places and prosecco. If you are lucky, you might be invited to parties. If you are lucky, you might remember them. Left, right and centre focus is shifting and suddenly all eyes are on the…

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Discovering Port Quin

I have always had a terrible sense of direction. A true inability to place myself – a directional dyslexia. Direclexia, if you will. Some people have this innate ability to orientate themselves at any given moment – “oh yeah, that way’s north, that way’s south and that’s the way to my auntie’s house”. Not me.…

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