Some Kind of Spell

I was asked to make a map of Cornwall by the chap who owns Pop Gallery in Wadebridge. He’s doing a stall at the Port Eliot Festival and has asked a group of… Continue reading

Not Just a Job

This pub used to be called ‘Ye Olde Fisherman’s Arms’ but now it’s just Fisherman’s Arms. It’s still a typical old Cornish pub though, and that’s how I like it. I run the… Continue reading

Change Someone’s Life

I was always fascinated by The National Geographic magazine and I’ve got stacks of them because my best friend Tay used to buy me a subscription for Christmas. I never actually read it… Continue reading

Bereft and Free

I don’t want to sound like a Facebook meme, but I’m at that stage of life where I have to finally decide who I am and what I want. I got together with… Continue reading

Absence of the Normal

There’s not many jobs down here in Cornwall with a bit of security, so when I was eighteen I went in the army. I did weigh up the risks before I went in.… Continue reading

The Northern Path

I’ve been selling what I suppose you could call giftware at Pool Market for three or four years. It’s sort of pagan-slanted ‘New Age’ stuff because I am a practicing pagan. Paganism is… Continue reading

Making it Happen

I’ve been in business thirty-three years now and I’m just putting a bit back – that’s what it’s all about really. We’re now setting up for our 25th or 26th charity rally at… Continue reading

Maiden in Cornwall

It’s my 20th birthday today and I’ve already gone through a quarter-life crisis. I think it started at 14. You’re asked to pick your GCSE subjects, which affects what A Levels you can… Continue reading

Perfect Pooches

When I was sixteen I worked in my cousin’s grooming parlour doing dog washing. It was really hard work because it was very busy and I was constantly lifting ten-ton rottweillers into baths,… Continue reading

That’s Life

It’s handsome down here isn’t it. I live in Relubbus and come down with my bucket to collect grit for the canaries. I breed, show and sell them and I’ve got thirty-odd at… Continue reading