Author: Debbie Geraghty

A slightly spooky feeling seeps through me when I stand here on a dank day like this in Cornwall. Where history seems to thickly hang, like the sentinel castle perched on that misted, distant hill. Above the brick silent viaduct that no longer echoes with the rippling rumble of bygone trains. It could be the… Read more

I’m always tickled by little random encounters that open up the window of my imagination or simply make me smile. Especially those rare “right time, right place” moments that keep me believing in the magic of wonder. Like when I was interrupted out of the blue in Cornwall as I tried to catch sight of… Read more

There is nothing fleeting about a flutter of wonder. When nature appears with a blast of bewildering beauty it always helps me shake off my worries – like the water off that duck’s back. Those ducks that descended as Isat still on the steps by the river, soaking up the miracle of the winter Cornish… Read more

It looks like the missing hand of a giant. A giant who knelt down one day to pick up an apple then somehow ended up losing a part of itself. I came across this hand when I was the only person walking through an orchard in Cornwall on the grounds of the nearby National Trust… Read more

Sometimes nature can be sneakily romantic too. On Valentine’s Day just as the rain and windchill in Cornwall was almost freezing my wee face off…I then happened upon this. It’s possibly the most flamboyant display of pink heather I’ve ever seen. I believe they call such heather the “Queen of Winter”. I can see why.… Read more

I was sat in my car, resting my eyes, as the sun set to snooze here in Cornwall. There was I, trying to silently pause to savour a few simple thoughts of much missed family and friends. Those faraway, gone from touch in these times. Until, out of the blue, I then found myself startled… Read more

There has rarely been a more pressing time to find portals to peace. Those windows inside ourselves that we can fling open to let the air in when things feel rough. Those windows that can gaze upon a million possible memories to tide us through. To calm us. To lift us. To remind and redeem… Read more

This third lockdown in England has been the hardest by far. January, like the river here in Cornwall, has dragged its way through a smothering of mist with no end in sight. So many have died. So many alone. So many hearts shattered in the unfathomable depths of the unspeakable loss. It hangs in the… Read more

From the window of this lockdown winter in Cornwall I am more than enticed by the sensuous call of Spring that’s pushing its way through. There I was…slowly crawling on the cold soft ground beside those snowdrops, trying to cosy in as close as I could. There they were…with those drops of delighted rain, similarly… Read more

Felt a wee bit jealous of the view from this window of an historic building at my local National Trust estate here in Cornwall in England. On this dull winter’s day, I found myself staring for ages at this giant ball of utter joy. A mosaic masterpiece made by a local artist who has somehow… Read more