Last week, I spent two nights in Cornwall, staying in a quiet cliff top chalet. I had travelled to the end of the land in search of stories — on a research trip for my book. Where land, sea, and sky met and intermingled, I found myself in an all-encompasing weatherscape — wind and water, drift and shift. I walked the primrose path to the lighthouse and …
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