In July 2019 Archie and I visited Shelley’s Lynmouth. Shelley rented a house here after spending time in Ireland and Wales. Struggling financially and pursued by government spies, he stayed here briefly in the summer of 1812. Sadly, the house Shelley stayed in was being renovated so I had to stand all forlorn at the garden gate.
Idea 1: I think I need some way to convey the residual poetness of a place. Lynmouth, I’m afraid, despite being very lovely, did not feel at all Shelleyish, but we stopped the car and took a walk in the woods near Ford and the poetness was at least.