Some years ago I came across the work of a longtime Cornish resident Peter Redgrove who lived for many years in Falmouth, and felt very connected to his words, and thought how "connectedness" of Cornwall with the rest of the world. I was sat in the bench in the foreground here in a Cornish Summer and was showing a good friend around to some of my favourite locations such as this shot of St Mawes and as a history professor we spoke about other connections he had with Cornwall. Both by its maritime associations, and its long history of migration by its tin-miners, an industry stretching back to Phoenician times, Cornwall has always been in touch with the rest of the world, and this connectedness is also there, vitally, in its creative life. For many years painters and writers have been drawn to Cornwall, fascinated by its light, its atmosphere, its ability to be both far from the wider world, and yet part of it. In an earlier poem, Peter describes Cornish light as ‘the tangy pearl-light, tangy tin-light…’ (Minerals of Cornwall, Stones of Cornwall) and notes how Cornwall ‘plays and thinks with the mineral light,/It sends back its good conclusions, it is exposed,/|It sends back the light silked and silvered…’