The Land of Saints

St Mawes is a name that evokes an immediate response from me. Autumn half term, raincoat rattling around my ears, the smell of kelp and the call of oyster catchers and a steaming pasty on the harbour wall.

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Serenissima

Nothing could have prepared me for stepping off the train in that dying October light and walking straight into a fantasy world.

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