Wind burnt and windswept in Wales 🌬️ Almost got blown clean off Pen y Fan the day before, and on the Gower coast it was deafening, ringing in my ears like tinnitus. Inland, the wind dropped long enough for the wild garlic flowers to emerge and for me to hear folk tales of fairies and giants from a local silversmith 🌞
Ferns so tightly coiled you could turn them into bed springs. Feathery pelts of moss that make you want to scratch a tree behind its ears. Limestone-cold fresh air. And shoots with names like dog wood violet and fiddleheads and wood sorrel and the oh so catchy opposite leaved golden saxifrage?? The temperate rainforest of Puzzle Wood. Go where the green things are 🍃
A quick stomp in St Levan and Porthcurno after hurricane Erin shook the hedgerows, blew big swells onto the beaches and coated the blackberries in sea spray back in August. Moby Dick at the magical @minacktheatre and a double rainbow to send me on my way. No pot of gold needed 🌬️ 🌈
Hit hard reset in Fowey back in August, kicking off a week in Cornwall, pottering around with absolutely zero plans except to eat well, sync with the sun and swim every day 🌞
Building @basilthevan was the hardest – and best – thing I've ever done, so I wrote about it for the @telegraph ✍🏼 🚐
Link in bio and stories ✨
(and please know I had zero say on the headline or choice of pictures, which made @hazelssp cackle for a straight 15 minutes. Nothing like a big sis to keep you humble)
PS Scroll all the way to the comments for the real fun
Newquay pulled out all the stops this evening back in May. A chilly dip on Little Fistral, tea on the rocks, sunset soundtracked by sea shanties 🫶🏼 🍑 🌞
