Ruth Saberton

Cornwall is an ancient land steeped in enigma. Myths, legends and ghost stories lace this place as tangibly as the sea fret and salt spray. On a dark winter’s night, when the wind screams from the bay and the waves rise in fury, tales of wreckers, doomed mariners and smugglers feel suddenly real, and I draw the curtains closed with a shiver. People here don’t mock the old stories for they know that unquiet walkers drift through ruins or keep silent watch from storm-pummelled

November reminds me to slow down. As the year exhales, life here steadies. Every falling leaf marks an ending and the air is tinged with melancholy and woodsmoke. The Cornish lanes are no longer filled with shiny cars crammed with excited visitors and the trees in my orchard have been pared right back, their limbs bare and stark against a sky leached of colour. The cafés are closed. Holiday cottages stand empty. The summer finery of awnings and umbrellas has been stripped awa

Driving home to Cornwall after visiting my mum last week, I finally made the detour to Avebury. I’ve seen the signs so many times, always...

I’m staying with my mum in Buckinghamshire for a few days. Away from my own house, I often find it hard to sleep, rising when the first...

There’s something about the turning of the seasons that always makes me reflective and a little melancholy. The golden old master style...

Some days stay with you forever. Days steeped in sunshine and blessed with salty breezes. Days that, even as they unfold, you somehow...

This week marks the 80th anniversary of  VE Day , a time to pause and remember the moment peace returned to Europe after years of...

I'm working on my new novel and one of the key settings in 1908, 1914 and the present is the old Victorian swimming pool. This is...

Let’s be honest, it’s a scary, unsettling time in the world. Like most folk I struggle at times with worries for the future, feeling...

Whispers of Time: The churchyard at St Wyllow, Lanteglos-by-Fowey This is a liminal place. A shiver in time. A quiet pause in a whirling...