My afﬁnity with the Cornish ﬁshing village of St Mawes began many years ago. My mother’s best friend lived there; we would stay with her and so it naturally became our bucket-and-spade holiday destination when I was just a little girl. I fell in love with it slowly. I was too young to appreciate it for all that I do now. Today, I believe I admire St Mawes for all that it is – a place of rugged beauty, the bold, the brave, the bountiful.