by Paul Tristram / January 21st, 2018 I crest that gentle, old, familiar hill,and see, at last, the harbourglowing in the distance.She’s a-waiting, patiently,upon one of those little houseboatsfor my, long overdue, return.Off-grid we live, Water Rovers,moving from estuary to muddy bank,all of the year ‘round,apart from these three Winter months,where we flock together,deep in … Continue reading As The Sun Sets Upon The Cornish Ramshackle Rooftops