Although I may not be wondering if I'll meet my future Ms. Cornish Ramblings out on the coast path whilst pulling on my thermals, leggings,

Once Halloween has passed and my carved pumpkins shriveled up, I tend to get a transient tingle up my spine signalling the...

With the latest news announcing lockdown numero dos, I feel like I have suddenly been flung backwards in time by eight months

After nearly four months off from organising Cornish Ramblings rambles, I began suffering with severe withdrawal symptoms.

Once lockdown eased, we emerged apprehensively from the quiet; face masks digging into ears, hands gripping sanitiser bottles like weapons

Body positivity (bopo) seems to be on the rise and I’m seeing so many wonderful posts of women on social media embracing their curves

19 weeks. 133 days. 3192 hours. 191520 minutes. However you choose to break it down, that is how long I was in lockdown for.

Read about one women's love of Cornwall and journey along the South West Coast path in the latest guest blog.

What I loved most about this particular walk was the laughter.

I was your typical book worm; my fondest memories being the library in Truro.