Exeter’s a great city. Part of its irresistible allure is in its little pockets of history, dotted in among the busy streets.
Nip down the narrow alleyway on Fore Street and you’ll find St Nicholas’ Priory, an ancient building dating back to the 11th century. There’s a gorgeous old Tudor house nestled behind Renslade House (ironically one of the ugliest 1970s buildings in Exeter). Down on the Quayside, there are countless lovely nuggets of history, not least the Custom House – the oldest surviving building of its kind in the country. Ah… I could go on!
I once nearly fell off a cliff on the way to Tintagel. To be honest, it was a treacherous coastal path back then, and I probably wasn’t looking where I was going. I do have this terrible habit of not looking where my feet are landing!
According to the Goodreads Challenge, I’ve read 57 books in three and a half months. To be honest, I was quite staggered by that (I hadn’t realised how much of a crazy, possessed book-worm I really was. Should I be worried?).
Ask any author what their number one piece of advice is, and I guarantee they’ll tell you to ‘read’. Read any book you can get your hands on, bury your nose in the nearest piece of literature, and don’t emerge until you’re ready to start the next one.