July Sunrise
I am spending a wonderful, isolated, dog sitting, editing week in Mousehole in a house set above the sea. Writer’s bliss.
I am spending a wonderful, isolated, dog sitting, editing week in Mousehole in a house set above the sea. Writer’s bliss.
I sit facing the mountains as early sun heats my skin. There is a nest of sparrows at the top of one of the palms outside my bedroom window. The house lies in a valley of lemon and apricot orchards. Fat yellow lemons, impossibly seductive lie amid green branches and on the dry ground. …
This was the sight I woke to last Sunday while staying with a friend in Marazion.
As I write great goblets of rain are hitting the windows sideways in a ferocious gale, gusting around the house, finding every crack, filling the house with cold air and rattling the windows. The sea across the rooftops has disappeared into a matching grey sky. Yet in the garden my clematis Montana is beginning to …
After a huge storm with the wind wuthering around the house all night and tearing the shed door open and getting into every crack the day dawned in silence and beautiful light. People gathered with cameras and mobile phones to take the unusual sight of waves screaming into shore meeting those backing out and hitting …
Today wind and vicious rain batter Cornwall but yesterday in warm sunshine I began to put my garden to bed. Hidden in the foliage were these few last sweet peas- in November!
I write THE END and hobble away from ‘Big Bertha’ (my Apple computer) in my little attic room with a view over the rooftops to the sea. I stagger downstairs, still bent from months peering at a screen. The first thing I see is my new happy vase full of flowers. It makes me smile …
Bank Holiday Monday could not have been wetter or more depressing. All the more wonderful to wake to sunshine. Before I started my working day I headed out for a blow on the prom. Swimmers were scurrying to Battery Rocks. Small fishing boats headed out to sea. The morning was still and autumnal and sunlight …
I spoke at the wonderful and comforting Morrab Library about my time in Pakistan. It was great to see so many people and to find them interested in my next book. Two highlights stand out for me. Sarah Winman in conversation with Patrick Gale- on Thursday at The Acorn Theatre talking about her book.’When God …
There has been a host of different faces wandering through Morrab Gardens and Penlee Park on their way to different venues to listen or to talk at Penzance’s third Literary Festival this week. The weather was lovely and everybody in the mood to have a good time. Patrick Gale, Patron of the Festival, kicked off proceedings …