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Anne Marie and I leave bright and early to head south to Lerryn, and on the way I hear about Transition Lostwithiel and how from an original core group they are now working away at their own projects after finding some challenges in working together too closely, a tale as

Day 164 A Sense of Place I look, over breakfast,  at the CommonSense publication which Anne Marie directed with Dougald Hine, published by Access Space , the open source free computer access space in Sheffield, and in the front of the 2008 booklet about the Commons, a poem by John Clare,

Lostwithiel, one of my favourite places in all Cornwall, has a resilient sort of feel to it. From its tourist leaflet I read of its many faceted past, how it has continued to fare well in spite of many setbacks and challenges; it was the ancient capital of the county,

Georgiana and I leave Liskeard in the pouring rain, which doesn’t let up till about 4pm. It ranges from drizzle to downpour and our layers of waterproof clothing are slowly but surely penetrated as the day progresses. Our attempts to stop at a pub for lunch are thwarted; the

I have a lovely start to my morning talking to my partner in a lazy Sunday morning phone call, followed by an enjoyable chat with Jane, our host, as I eat a late breakfast as she finishes off making damson jam; I ask what will happen to the juice covered

We walk down to the centre of Tavistock where there is to be a community engagement fair consisting of lots of small stalls where community groups are represented inspiring Tavistock folk. We meet Kit, and Mark the Community Police Officer, both members of Transition Town Tavistock. As Geri and I