Funny old place, Looe. I haven’t lived here long. Ent no Looe boy.  I did grow up in close proximity to a very similar place though; Mevagissey. It’s scarcely a hidden wonder. A summer town, out n’out. Packed to the gills in Summer, dead as the by-catch in the winter. Visitors have a complex relation […]

Deadman Point

It’s now known by the less macabre name; Dodman Point, or just ‘The Dodman’. Well known to sailors for centuries, it’s steep forbiding cliffs reached by rounding the Lizard, marked the real beginning of the channel, the end of the wild Atlantic and home. It’s a hard, windswept place still. The granite cross stands mute […]


Wasson? Pulled and pushed back to Cornwall 3 years ago from our glorious capital I found myself, an adult of sorts, blinking at my surroundings. Born here, I was a child here, raised on the South Coast, a cowrie throw from the soft south coast sea. In the long summers of every (hopelessly nostalgic) adult’s […]