Daphne du Maurier's Cornwall

An article from The Times' series on Walks.

To explore the Cornish countryside setting of Daphne du Maurier’s romantic Frenchman’s Creek, choose a sunny summer’s day when the waters of the Helford Estuary flash like pirate gold and the roses and hydrangeas blaze on the whitewashed walls of Helford. Sunken paths, roofed with beech branches, lead between banks thick with ferns and moss. In the fields around Kestle Farm are hedgebanks of brambles, purple vetches and the creamy froth of meadowsweet. Amid such rural richness the modern age seems far away — the perfect time-warp through which to drop to the secret banks of Frenchman’s Creek.

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Sloanes Surf Cornwall

'Tessa, Alicia and Becca have just been surfing at Polzeath on the north Cornish coast. They are all 18, they all talk in a manner that would do the BBC World Service proud, they are all staying just a few miles away in Rock. And they all like my clothes. But…

“But?” I say.

“Well,” says Tessa, carefully. “Are they meant to be on you? Or, you know, on somebody younger?”

Ah. Ouch. Ah and ouch. For I am here, in the chicest, most Chelsea-est bit of Cornwall, to live out a teenage dream.'

Mannanan, God of the sea, mists and the otherworld



This Is North Cornwall reports on Polzeath and surfing schools here

An article on young Sloanespeak is
here

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