‘We’re looking at the same stars but not in the same way.’
ne morning not very long ago, Paul woke up, packed his bags and, leaving behind his partner and his job, caught a train to Penzance. From there, armed only with a map found in his father’s belongings, he began to walk St Michael’s Ley Line. Following the path of the sun from St Michael’s Mount to the coast of Suffolk he has been bewitched in Dartmoor, danced with Boudicca and, if we believe him, fought a dragon (or two). Now Paul’s here to tell you the story.
Mixing travelogue with historical fact (and fantasy)...
