“The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand…

Jason’s unblinking eyes were fixed to his phone screen. His chewed thumb swept up the device twice, three times, before locking it, pocketing it, and casting his gaze down to navigate the tree roots that sliced through the concrete of the coast path. Our Boxing Day walks traditionally took us to far West Cornwall, where…

At lunchtime on 6th June, a ‘moderate thunderstorm warning’ flashed up on my lockscreen, courtesy of the MetOffice. These warnings started appearing some time in 2024. I remember finding the first one exciting, but after the fifth ‘amber alert for rainfall’ and the third accompanying ‘strong wind warning’, they became a bit pedestrian.  Cornwall is…

Do you remember the final week of October in school when you were young? I don’t mean as teenagers, when your hormones wreaked havoc on every decision and thought process. I mean when you were a child, who toddled around on legs that still weren’t totally used to your sturdy little torsos. Do you remember…

My husband, Jason, and I didn’t grow up sailing. We never darted haphazardly around sheltered bays in highlighter yellow dinghies, joyous screams carrying on the wind and saltwater stains creeping up our torsos. But when we moved onto a boat, it was something that we both promised we’d commit to learning. We wanted Lowenna to…