What I’m thinking about while I’m actually making things.
Working from Newquay is not a laptop-on-the-beach fantasy. The freedom is real, but it only works if the operating system behind your life is better than the Instagram version.
The Gannel carried cargo, served mines and supported shipbuilding. Restoring that movement changes the relationship between Newquay and Crantock.
Ore from Newquay crossed the Gannel to be processed near Crantock. A forgotten works connects the town’s mines to the opposite bank.
A strange cry on the Gannel acquired a surprisingly useful ghost story. Its real setting was a crossing where the tide decided when the journey ended.
The hollows beside Fern Pit have attracted explanations for more than a century. Their history is easier to establish than their purpose.
Porth Island held a defended settlement and an ironworking industry long before Newquay grew around it. Later storytellers supplied a Danish chieftain.
Watergate Bay’s hotel was built for an expected railway arrival. The railway failed to turn up; the building found several other futures.
A shaft, a count house, miners’ homes and an adit towards Towan: the industrial hillside hidden inside modern Newquay.
I remembered a smugglers’ tunnel under a Cornish pub. The records confirmed the building, not the smuggling—and that became the more interesting story.
