About Steve

I live in the border country between Devon and Cornwall, in a family with one foot in each — though it’s the Cornish foot, my father’s side, that has always pulled hardest. I was born in 1976, which makes me exactly old enough to remember the world before the internet and young enough to have spent my whole career building things on it. Those two facts explain most of what you’ll find on this site.

We raised six children here, and our home has always been the noisy junction between the digital age and the outdoors. Some of us are happiest hiking, camping and fishing along the rugged coastline; others prefer sandy beaches, quiet villages and a proper cream tea. Either way, Cornwall has been the backdrop to nearly every family story we tell.

By trade I’m a technologist — a master’s degree and a few decades spent building software and networks. The habit of seeing how systems fit together never really switches off, and it turns out to apply just as well to a hand-built work table or a garden slowly rewilded for the birds as it does to an e-commerce platform. Writing code or whittling something by the fire, it’s the same satisfaction: understand how the pieces work, then make something that lasts.

There’s a lot of making in this family generally — wood, 3D printing, papier-mâché creations of varying structural integrity. During covid I taught myself to craft longbows: plenty broke before or just after stringing, but learning the process — and shooting the survivors — gave me some fantastic memories. Lately it’s wild ponds I can’t stop building. I put that appetite for making things down to the same place I put the pull of the landscape: somewhere in the Cornish inheritance.

My perfect hour, for the record, is a seat by the pond, beside a campfire, or on the shore with a rod in my hands. Ideally all three in one day.

So that’s what this blog is. Not a tourist brochure, but the view from a family genuinely rooted here — our outdoor adventures, the places we go back to year after year, the history and traditions we grew up alongside, and the occasional strong opinion about the correct order of jam and cream. The name means what it says: Cornwall, passed between generations — my father’s, mine, and now our children’s.

Have a wander. And if you’re planning a visit, start with the weather guide — everything in Cornwall starts with the weather.

Steve