On a nasty November night, Mary Yellan crosses Bodmin moor. Her mother’s dying wish was that she take refuge with her Aunt Patience at Jamaica Inn. When the coach driver hears where she’s going, he insists she must have made a mistake. “That’s no place for a girl,” the coach driver tells her.
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier sold nearly 3 million copies between its publication in 1938 and 1965. Adapted into an award winning film by Alfred Hitchcock.
A contemporary romance about an American girl who discovers unexpected beginnings under the nurturing wing of the Trengrouse family. A new Cornish story giving an insight into the complicated tangles of family, grief and of course, love.
Food and Drink Memory Sessions by Anita Hunt filled with memory poems, quizzes and session ideas for adults with cognitive disabilities
Poppies
And again were here
lost in a field of poppies
a place of beautiful contemplation
colour and freedom
where our minds clear
and we can begin again
by David Coad
Lost Thoughts
one, two, three
broken dreams and shattered memories
searching desperately for a means of escape
we need to be set free
four, five, six
time ticks on and we’re stuck inside our heads
trapped on this mystery track to nowhere
someone set us free
seven, eight, nine
a spark of vivid imagination
endless pain released like butterflies
an idea, a thought, a memory
ten, eleven, a dreamlike state of mind
ink on paper, pain on canvass
wandering out of reality
eleven years of lost thoughts
by Ruby Tinson
Dreams
Close your eyes
and you are plunged into a world of dreams and colour
open your eyes
what’s the difference?
by Tilly Stephen
Grow
like wild flowers
we must allow ourselves to grow
In places people never thought we would
by Tanaya Kerley
Happiness Haiku
Happiness is great
but maybe not the best
instead love someone
by Jeana Stephens
Autumn
Kicking through the fallen leaves
Taking in fresh air
Walking under endless trees
Wind flying through my hair
Waking up to darkened skies
Scraping out of bed
Getting dressed while rubbing eyes
I’m such a sleepy head
Finally, the time has come
To go outside again
Autumn is my favourite time
But winters come instead
by Tara Mulvey
Voices
I sat and stared with tear filled eyes
A part of my heart gone
My voice rises up in song
A golden ribbon flying the skies
It dances around with the tune
As it rolls down the valley like mist
Then it rises again in a fist
Then it stops and goes, just as soon
Magnificent, misty
St.Ives different
funniest
friends
beautiful place to live
