When I first moved to Cornwall I was unable to work as the local council had neglected to check me for child protection, a necessary formality if you are a teacher like me.
At the time we had moved into a rented house in the hamlet of Temple on Bodmin Moor and each day I would look at the map and decide where I would explore.
Early on, on a beautiful, balmy September day I discovered the Glynn valley china clay pit abandoned Marie Celeste like in the middle of the moor and left to be reclaimed by nature. I sat on one of the spoil tips colonised by tough marram grass and listened to the feral cattle as bellowing they came to bathe in the River Warleggen. Above me, high in the porcelain sky, circled a pair of buzzards letting out their distinctive child like cry and close by basked an adder bracken brown with black stripes Britain's only poisonous snake but quite docile in the warmth and I knew that I had finally come home and that I would never want to leave this place.
But now I must leave, my home is being sold, but perhaps one day I will return?
Your pictures are always so good! (I am so jealous!). Such a shame you have to leave, you must be gutted.