I’m jammy enough to live near a tidal creek in Cornwall. I’m also dead lucky in that I’m the guardian for four acres of fairly young woodland. I write poetry and other bits which I call my ‘non-stories’.
Lying face down in the sea on a hot day and watching that Other World through a snorkel is one of my favourite enchantments.
My own thoughts trip me up more than anything else.
Friendships are my sanity.
As I think of eccentric as a term for someone who is comfortable to be their unique self, (with all the evolutions that this entails), my dream is to grow into eccentricity.