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Tucked away inside St Martin's Church at Lewannick are these wonderful illustrations telling the story of the church's patron saint. Their bold linework, medieval character and beautifully drawn lettering immediately made me think of the Arts and Crafts movement. They have something of the look of illustrations by artists such as Walter Crane which made me think they could be original arts and craft pieces. I couldn't see a name attached to them. I don't think these are ran

A little wandering on the outskirts of Lewannick led them to the remains of the original Trelaske House. Hidden amongst brambles and summer growth were fragments of walls, old garden boundaries and stone steps that climbed upwards leading to more walls, iron gates winded with time and the unreachable beyond. Enchantment flooded the landscape like an opening chapter of Maleficent. They peered hard but could not see past the shadows nor did they choose to trespass beyond t

There is a curious phenomenon that occurs when a person loads a tent, sleeping bag, water, stove, food and all the other necessities of civilisation onto their back. Distances mysteriously double. The expedition to Fox Tor on Dartmoor was, in reality, only about five kilometres from Princetown. With full packs, however, it felt considerably further. Every rise in the path seemed to harbour ambitions of becoming a mountain. The adventure began in Princetown, that fascinating

She picked up a fragment of the black mirror stone, as she privately named it, and turned it in the sunlight. It gleamed like polished jet against the backdrop of wildflowers and grass.

'Kennedy was an entertaining guide to his own work, delightfully eccentric and full of stories. He spoke about a series of paintings inspired by an underground club in Liverpool.'

West Devon under rain possesses a strange kind of enchantment. The churchyards in May have this almost impossible softness to them — campion, stitchwort, forget-me-nots, cow parsley, bluebells — all set against a the backdrop of cruel slate and granite. After rain, everything looks painted; colours deepen rather than fade. Moss burns emerald against stone walls. It hugs the trees as they gnarl upwards, unhurried; later, darkening to charcoal. The cow parsley at the lane edge

A perfect, picture-postcard afternoon.

In search of the source of the river Lynher

'Running' the gauntlet, trying to stay on my feet in the mud and look like I mean business🫣 Edit** I did a bit of digging about Sgt J Casey and found this in the Bomber Command archives. Not sure if he is related but, he's remembered here. Putting the link here: Casey, John · IBCC Digital Archive https://share.google/MwYO8nn1b3kW8KVZu Closer to home this weekend — and somehow it felt like slipping into a secret pocket of Somerset I’d driven past a hundred times without ev

On 30th December 2025, we found ourselves on Dartmoor, beginning at Poundsgate and following the River Dart as it slipped and whispered through winter-quiet woodland. A walk shaped by rushing water, layered history, and those quiet, unexpected moments that Dartmoor seems to save for people who take the slower path. That day, the air had that end-of-year stillness to it — the kind that makes you walk more slowly, as if the land itself is speaking and you don’t want to interru

What a gorgeous morning on 22nd December 2025 — a low winter sun sparkling over Dartmoor, footpaths turned into channels to scramble, dodging wet patches and a picture-postcard scene in every bramble-skirted step. Buckland Beacon was absolutely breathtaking in the cold sunshine, and the views over the Webburn valley reminded me why this corner of Devon feels so special. At the top of the beacon we came upon the Ten Commandments Stones — two big granite “tablets” carved right

It's taken 3 years to get back on track! My boots wore out and my walks weren't confined to the coasts so I'd decided not to record them, which is a shame because there are many I should have liked to put on here. So where does that leave me? Here I am at 53. An empty nester, still flying solo and living to my own tune. This year I've definitely come through the other side and I have some great adventures to add. I bought a van, subscribed to OS Maps and decided tha

Another boiling hot day - in the middle of a heat wave. It reached 35 degrees today. I'm glad it wasn't a longer walk. Met up with...

August 8th 2022 Marsden Bay to Seaburn 3.2m Marsden Rock. I could smell it before I got out of the car! Not a particularly offensive smell but I remembered it well as home to one of England's most important seabird colonies with thousands of pairs of kittiwakes, fulmars, gulls and cormorants. Then I heard them. My 'partner in crime' today reminded me of a field trip there many years ago when we worked on a management plan for the grassy area of magnesian limestone. One of man

Today we did the Moonfleet Walk. I so liked the sound of that. To be honest we only decided the actual route yesterday but my trusty friend , the good doctor, agreed it was suitably moderate for us with only gentle inclines. Perfect. There is a bit of a story behind the need for a more gentle walk today. 2 weeks ago I went out with the Ramblers Association. 12 miles later I couldn't even walk. I returned with severely blistered feet. Not doing that again! We