Cornish Summer Memories from Kitty Wilson

Posted on: August 6th, 2018

To celebrate the paperback publication of One Cornish Summer Kitty Wilson tells us about her Cornish holiday…

One summer my parents decided we were going to holiday in Cornwall instead of France. Not being a fan of change, unless wholly instigated by me, I was outraged. Teenage me couldn’t understand what this county, hours and hours away, could possibly have to offer. As we drove through, my evil thirteen-year-old self chortled as we passed people in surf wear on their way to the beach. They thought they were so cool. Didn’t they realise everyone was wearing leisure wear these days? Sergio Tacchini or bust, baby!

Slowly though, the long evenings on the beach, the tang of salt in the air everywhere you went, fresh fish on the barbecue (I was very much scampi in a basket until this holiday) began to reel me in. Cornish teens sitting around fires on the beach, playing guitars as their food cooked and nestling into each other as the sun went down. The multitude of beaches – sandy, shingly, secret or madly social, all delivering on the promise of that breath-catching ouch of cold water followed by a mellow heaven that can only be experienced by sculling on your back whilst examining the dramatic cliff faces Cornwall has to offer.

I fell in love.

A few years later when my parents moved here I had forgotten about my love affair with the county (fickle, stroppy teen) and was very vocal about how I was a City Girl. I was wrong. That first holiday recreated itself quickly and this was where I decided to rear my own children. Children who did grow up on the beach every day, barbecuing dinner and often breakfast as well – we would camp on hidden beaches so we could have a swim first thing before coming back to the tent for freshly cooked bacon. My children grew into those teens I had envied all those years ago (I trained myself not to dwell on the nestling) and they chose to wear clothes that are easy to throw off so they can jump into the sea, knowing freedom is far more valuable than fashion. It often takes somewhere like Cornwall to teach you these lessons.

My first ever Cornish Summer turned out to shape the whole of my adult life and the adults that my children grew into. Cornwall, you are some ‘ansome.


Following heartbreak, Rosy has rebuilt her life in the beautiful Cornish village of Penmenna. Now, headmistress of the local school, she is living by The Rule: no dating anyone in the village. Easy right? But Rosy Winter has a new neighbour, handsome gardener Matt.

In Penmenna for his new gardening TV show, this guy next door will do everything he can to persuade her to break her rule and win her heart. Meanwhile, Penmenna Village School is threatened with closure and it’s up to Rosy to rally the local community and #SaveOurSchool. Can she bring her worlds together and accept help from the most unlikely of sources? One thing’s for sure… she won’t be giving up without a fight.

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Kitty Wilson has lived in Cornwall for the last twenty-five years having been dragged there, against her will, as a stroppy teen. She is now remarkably grateful to her parents for their foresight and wisdom – and that her own children aren’t as hideous.
She spends most of her time welded to the keyboard or hiding out at the beach and has a penchant for very loud music, equally loud dresses and romantic heroines who speak their mind.

Liz here…I’d also love to see and hear about your Cornish Summer memories. If you use the hashtag #OneCornishSummer  and tag me on Facebook, Twitter(@liz_fenwick)or Instagram  (@liz_fenwick)you’ll be in with a chance to win a copy and a bottle of Curio Rock Samphire Gin. (by joining the giveaway you confirm you are over 18). Winner will selected on 12/8/2018.