Just before the Indian Summer finally slipped into autumn, we headed down to the wild north coast of Cornwall, to make the most of the last of the September sunshine with some blissful beach time and a stay at the Bedruthan Hotel.
From the moment that we glimpsed them from the Skybus window, a scattering of green and gold islands in the middle of a jewel-bright sea, I knew that the Isles of Scilly were going to be magical. An unexpectedly exotic archipelago just a few miles West of the Cornish coast, the Isles of Scilly are like
A summer evening on a village green. The sun glitters through the trees, its glow illuminating the white big top tent that nestles amongst dozens of liveried circus wagons. From inside the tent, children’s laughter peals out into the evening. A crowd gasps… then applauds wildly. The air is balmy, candy floss scented. It is a
‘A green thought in a green shade’. It’s a phrase from Marvell’s poem, The Garden, that has stayed with me since my English student days: to my mind a perfect distillation of the calming effect of spending time immersed in nature. This weekend, we stayed in a Yorkshire wood, at Jollydays with Canopy & Stars: a weekend of