Once Halloween has passed and my carved pumpkins shriveled up, I tend to get a transient tingle up my spine signalling the...

Once lockdown eased, we emerged apprehensively from the quiet; face masks digging into ears, hands gripping sanitiser bottles like weapons

Body positivity (bopo) seems to be on the rise and I’m seeing so many wonderful posts of women on social media embracing their curves

19 weeks. 133 days. 3192 hours. 191520 minutes. However you choose to break it down, that is how long I was in lockdown for.

I was your typical book worm; my fondest memories being the library in Truro.

Other days I might wear my, suddenly more grey than I realised, hair up in a messy ponytail rather than the messy bun it's grown accustomed

Human connection and interaction are a vital part of my day. I see myself as an extroverted introvert.

The last five weeks have been quite an emotional rollercoaster for many.

With the recent coronavirus pandemic, we thought it best to post a little update on where Cornish Ramblings stands with it all.

‘New year new me’. This is a saying I hear often when the threat of a new year approaches.