The Church of the Storms
Hello m' sandy cracks, Gunwalloe Church Cove Beach, Cornwall The summer has flown by in a haze of heat and mischief. As I type, the finest patio petrichor fills the garden. Its perfume filters through the window. Parched grass greedily sucks up today's rainfall. Together we eagerly await the autumn mists, steady mizzle and kite flying breeze. I've been busy catching up with old friends and have spent my 'holiday' with local days out and a little camping trip with the kids. Surely stargazing, sea swimming and cream teas must be the remedy for all modern day evils. A dry stone Cornish wall by Dollar Cove - thus named as silver dollars were washed ashore following the wrecking of a Portuguese ship in the 17th Century. Not a topless Poldark in sight - which is a good thing. Let's face it, he's a bit of a tw*t isn't he?! A short walk away, tucked between a wild expanse of sand dunes and rocky outcrop: St Winwaloe's Church. 1332 is the earliest ment...