Writing and reading historical fiction is like travel. Fiction transports you to another place, and in the case of the historical, to another time. Vacations to a town just down the road or to a country thousands of miles away do the same thing.
I wanted to see Cornwall from the moment I first read about it in the novel Penmarric by Susan Howatch.
I was in high school at the time, and Howatch’s vivid descriptions of 19th century Cornwall were the only ‘pictures’ I saw. This was way way back, pre-Internet days.
Years later, on my first trip to the United Kingdom in 2008, I finally made it to this lovely corner of southwest England. St. Ives is a very busy tourist town with hilly and narrow streets lined with cottages and shops – lots of local pottery, artwork, jewelry and more.
And the sea. . . Gorgeous views at every turn.
I have returned to Cornwall 5 times since my first visit. I hope to go again.
I will never tire of walking along the cliff paths. . .
or enjoying scones with Cornish clotted cream and jam. . .
or having cream tea at the Tate St. Ives. . .