The Itch

feeling an itch, a longing to be there again
to be down by the sea
standing on those cliffs
and feeling the sea breeze on my face
yes I’m by the sea here
but it’s not quite the same
it’s not my place of dreams
my place of magic and wonder
I need to be there again
to digest, to breathe
to just be
I need to go home.

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Part Three: Fowey

And then onto Fowey. Arriving in Fowey was like coming home. It’s wonderful to have that familiar feeling of coming back to a place you know and love, and where you’ve been happy.

It was a wonderful contrast to St Ives too and such a different landscape! It made me appreciate it all the more. I was glad to finally arrive, and to have my own space again after hostels and new adventures. It was nice to return to something that I knew.

Of course, it was Festival Week and so there were plenty of people about. It was great to catch up with all the Stewards again (I was stewarding for the third time!) and see many other familiar faces around the town! There’s a great atmosphere about, especially during festival week, with so many people returning specifically for the week – and to celebrate du Maurier.

I enjoyed a range of different events. Highlights included The Bookshop Band and Dr Laura Varnam’s discussion group on Julius. There was also a great How to Get Published event that I stewarded – as well as plenty of other interesting events! I’m already looking forward to next year… (although of course I hope to get back to Fowey before then…).

As always, it was near impossible to leave after a wonderful week, and I was sad to leave a very sunny Fowey behind. Until next time!

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On a side note, on my way down to Cornwall, I finally managed to stop off at Jamaica Inn and check out the du Maurier museum there. It was suitably eerie -with grey overcast skies and rain (although this picture was taken as the rain cleared!). I was glad to have finally visited that iconic part of du Maurier history – it’s well worth a visit if you’re passing by.

 

 

 

afternoon sun in fowey

Leaving [Creative]

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.

 

Travel: Fowey

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.

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