It’s no secret that I love Fowey and Daphne du Maurier, and lots of my pictures and posts feature both of them. Having spent a lot of time there in recent years, I thought I’d write a bit about the links that Daphne’s writing has with this special little piece of south Cornwall.
It’s no secret that Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier was inspired by Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte’s classic novel of love and madness. Rebecca is a book that I probably reread at least once a year – I can recite the opening paragraphs by heart. But Jane Eyre I don’t know so well.
It’s hard to believe that it’s time to go
that this time tomorrow it will all
feel like a dream
that I can’t quite remember.
Now, this reality seems more
than anything else – the rest of the world
doesn’t quite exist
out the corner of my eye.
For me, the river, the boats
the narrow streets and the dreamers charm
seem more real
than anything else in this world –
and elsewhere might as well
not quite exist anymore.
Watching the waves crashing
Arriving in Fowey again is like entering one of my own dreams. Except this time, the streets are real, and as we round the corner, down the hill, into the town, I know that this really exists. And yet, it takes me a moment – a few moments – to realise that I am not dreaming, and that I am really there again.