One Cornish Summer Memory from Hannah Richell
To celebrate the paperback publication of One Cornish Summer Hannah Richell tells us about her Cornish holiday…
I’ve always loved camping holidays. Waking up to the sound of the birds, unzipping the tent and – if you’re lucky with the weather – spending the whole day outside before evenings around a campfire with marshmallows and going to bed with the sunset. These days, however, as a single mum, the thought of camping is little off-putting. Just the idea of packing up the car with enough gear to survive a week in the great outdoors, setting it all up, taking it all down … I don’t know, I guess it doesn’t sound like much of a holiday anymore. I’d rather a spa, a swimming pool and a sun lounger. Last year however, a good friend suggested we try a glamping holiday in North Cornwall. She sent me a link to a small campsite in north Cornwall which showed bell tents strewn with pretty floral bunting, proper beds, duvets, even a small wood-burning stove to keep us warm on the chillier evenings. I jumped at the chance.
I’m not going to say that it was all plain sailing. It did rain. There were spiders, and midnight, torch-lit treks to the toilet block, not to mention the night we almost set fire to the tent when my son left a gas lighter melting gently into a toxic puddle of plastic and combustible gas on top of the woodburning stove.
But to counterbalance those moments, there was a glorious sun-soaked day on Mawgan Porth beach, all electronic devices banished to the car, games and books and silly made-up songs. There was a trek along the Camel Trail with the delicious reward of fish & chips in Padstow, and cold cider in local pubs. The food we cooked outdoors tasted somehow even more delicious and the time we spent with our friends felt even closer and more special. Our week away in Cornwall made me realise that we can still enjoy the kinds of holidays we would have taken with my late husband. It reminded me of the joy to be found waking under canvas, snuggled with your kids under a pile of blankets. Best of all, a week of outdoor living made all three of us appreciate just that little bit more the comforts of home on our return. Thank you, Cornwall, for the wonderful memories.
Hannah’s latest book….The Peacock Summer
A compelling story of hidden secrets and forbidden love, from the bestselling author of The Secrets of the Tides
‘If she could reach back through the years and warn the person she once was, what would she say? … What would she say to the ghosts who now inhabit her days? So many of those she has loved are now nothing but dust and memory.’
At twenty-six, Lillian feels trapped by life. Her marriage to Charles Oberon has not turned out the way she expected it would. To her it seems she is just another object captured within the walls of Cloudesley, her husband’s beautiful manor house tucked away high in the Chiltern Hills. But, with a young step-son and a sister to care for, Lillian accepts there is no way out for her. Then Charles makes an arrangement with an enigmatic artist visiting their home and his presence will unbalance everything she thought she knew and understood.
Maggie Oberon ran from the hurt and resentment she caused. Half a world away, in Australia, it was easier to forget, to pretend she didn’t care. But when her elderly grandmother, Lillian, falls ill she must head back to Cloudesley. Forced to face her past, Maggie fights to hold herself and her family’s legacy together as she learns that all she thought was real, all that she held so close, was never as it seemed.
Two summers, decades apart.
Two women whose lives are forever entwined.
And a house that holds the dark secrets that could free them both
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.