Category On the land
The A39 that runs through Ponsanooth is one of my least favourite roads. People drive too fast and the parked cars are approached like a chicane on a racetrack. It hasn’t been made much better by the introduction of a… Continue Reading →
There are traces of me all over this landscape. Some are paper traces left in official records and some are memories stirred as I stare ahead. Peering at buildings, into patches of green. Some places have me scratched on them,… Continue Reading →
Theatre review: I am Kevin, by Cornwall-based Wildworks “A bedtime story to set the world on fire” On a hot calm evening as the blues of the day turned to dusky hues of pink and purple, with the beautiful Cornish… Continue Reading →
I had delivered two academic papers within a week of each other. A monster that I had created for myself. My first symposium in Falmouth University’s PGR programme, and my first Conference, Crones, Crime and the Gothic (Falmouth University’s Dark Economies… Continue Reading →
Something unusual was happening at the Museum of Cornish Life last week. It was busy, school holidays often are (particularly rainy ones), but this was different. The air was charged with noise and laughter – with kids, parents and grandparents… Continue Reading →
I stand by my exploration to date, after all you can’t think everything at once, but my thinking has moved on. I still think that there’s a kind of expectation about what might be included to describe the Cornish as… Continue Reading →