BAD LANGUAGE AND HOW TO USE IT

I am packing suitcases so that Libby, the boys and I can take our reluctant leave of Cornwall. I am being observed by a visiting Australian brother-in-law who for no particular reason, starts to sing absently. ‘I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s mate, I'm only plucking pheasants…’ ‘Cos the pleasant fucker's...’ ‘LATE!’ He … Continue reading BAD LANGUAGE AND HOW TO USE IT →

WHERE THE SUN SHINES AND THE RAIN FALLS

If Cornwall didn’t exist then someone would have to invent it. God maybe. It is a place of ineffable beauty, a land of savage seascape, cleaving rivers, cumulus forest, rolling hills, buried churches and horizontal weather. It has some of the most glorious empty beaches you will ever see, assuming a local tells you how … Continue reading WHERE THE SUN SHINES AND THE RAIN FALLS →