Sunset at Cornwall Wildlfe Trust's Upton Towans nature reserve. Image by Ben Watkins
In conversation with Lydia Cooke, we explore her deep connection to the nature and the wild places that have shaped her life. From childhood memories on the Jurassic Coast to unforgettable wildlife encounters in Cornwall, Lydia shares how nature continues to inspire her, ground her, and guide her hopes for the future of Cornwall’s landscapes.
Nostalgia, Belonging, Inspired.
Day to day, the natural world influences my life in different ways. From slower moments to those of chaos, connecting the dots from my routines and feelings to the world around me is a practice that keeps me inspired.
For as long as I can remember, nature has been my constant companion. I was raised by a woman who understood the quiet power of the natural world — its ability to bring peace, joy, and clarity. Growing up on Stonebarrow Hill, overlooking Lyme Bay on the Jurassic Coast, I was surrounded by the movements of the coast and the animals that inhabit it.
Each season brought its own rituals: foraging berries in autumn for homemade crumbles, climbing for elderflowers in summer to make cordial. Mornings began with caring for our goats, chickens and pigs, followed by coastal walks with my dog, Pepper — watching peregrine falcons skim the cliffs and dolphins peak above the waters.
But it was our wild camping holidays along the Cornish coast that truly deepened my love for the wild. From the age of seven, my mum, brother and I would hike sections of the coast path, carrying only essentials and sleeping under the stars. We learned the tides, the geology, and the quiet magic of Cornwall’s landscapes. Though I’ve travelled far and wide, those days remain some of my most treasured memories. Years later, with a Geography degree in hand, I’ve found myself living in the very place that first sparked my love for the natural world.
Nature makes me feel like I belong. It’s a space free of judgement, where I can simply be. Whether I’m walking the coast path on a spring morning, breathing in the coconut scent of gorse, or watching a winter storm roll in, nature grounds me.
It’s the joy of spotting a seal among the rocks, the quiet inspiration of a spring bloom, or the comfort of a sunset that connects me to loved ones I’ve lost. Cold water swimming has taught me resilience — how to breathe through the tough moments — and the mountains have reminded me that life is bigger than my own little corner. Nature evokes a whole spectrum of emotions, and I truly believe I wouldn’t feel half as deeply without it.
There are so many, but one that stands out happened earlier this year on Cornwall’s north coast. I’d long dreamed of seeing humpback whales, and in January and February, that dream came true. Two humpbacks graced our waters and held us captive with infatuation, moving between Watergate Bay and Bedruthan Steps. I spent days tracking their movements, binoculars and beanie always at the ready.
And then, there they were — swimming in perfect harmony, their breath catching the golden light of sunset like diamonds in the air. I saw them three times in total, each sighting more magical than the last. Watching them disappear into a pink and gold horizon felt like receiving a message from the wild, and from those I hold dear. It’s a memory I’ll carry with me forever.
Credit Lydia Cooke
It’s impossible to choose just one! Some of the most magical places I’ve found have been stumbled upon during solo hikes along the coast path; the kind of places I go when I need to feel separated from the world. Hidden swim spots, secret beaches with waterfalls, rockpools deep enough to dive into, caves tinged pink, and pine forests rich with green... My favourite? All of the above!
For me, it’s as simple as a daily walk. Whether near or far, taking time to stretch my legs and notice the changing seasons helps me stay grounded. I cherish the small moments — a flower blooming overnight, a cormorant diving for breakfast, or the white water breaking over rocks.
In a world that’s constantly online, nature offers a much-needed pause. It helps me reset, refocus, and reconnect. I’d recommend it to anyone.
I hope Cornwall’s wild magic survives for generations to come. That its landscapes and wildlife continue to thrive, supported by communities who care deeply for their protection. I’m optimistic — there’s a growing awareness and passion for conservation here.
May beach cleans become tradition, wild swimming remain a cure for generations to come, and visitors continue to fall in love with the ocean. While natural processes will continue to shape these places, I hope human impact only helps them grow. Cornwall is a place where future generations can live in unison with the wild spaces and witness their beauty for years to come.
