I’ve come to Teignmouth to write, to think, to sleep in silence.
A year ago I made landfall in nearby Dartmouth after three years away. I remember it as though it was yesterday. The glide of my boat as she stole up the river through silted water. The peace of Dittisham. The exquisite shades of green that line the banks of Britain’s naval heart.
Today I touched seawater for the first time in…I don’t know…maybe months. I live on a riverbank so I’m not short of water. I wake up to swans trying to take off and geese having arguments. I don’t live far from the sea. But still, it’s different. [Read more…] about A Sojourn in Teignmouth – a seafront town defined by its solitude