Wendell Berry

Wendell Berry I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it fears in me leaves...

Port Isaac

Readers of ‘On Ashover Hill’ will already know this place means a lot to me. It was no surprise therefore that when Francesca died, William came here to live on glorious Dolphin Street. Last night we drove in via Port Gaverne only to find our way blocked...

On Ashover Hill selling in Cornwall!!

I am thrilled, delighted, besides myself to tell you the fine news that ‘Buy the Book’ in Port Isaac have taken the book and are delighted to be already selling copies! Of course Port Isaac is hugely important in OAH with a key chapter taking place in this...

Waltz for Koop

I listen to Waltz for Koop. Before me the Atlantic stretches out like a never ending bed fellow, eager to be played with yet keen to be on top. A keen north easterly reminds me that I am home, here in England, but ever easy was my walk when I stepped across this green...

Taken with idleness

Morning Campers. It’s easy to be taken with idleness when all that sits before your languid gaze is a sun drenched bay. I wonder, the rush, push and 100% steam of our normal lives, how much of it is actually necessary and how much do we revel in? Here, high...