My Grandmother & Rope Walk, Falmouth

When my grandmother became too old and confused to live on her own she announced that she was going to move to the Methodist home in Falmouth.  We tried to persuade her to come and live at the farm with us but she was, as she had always been, determined. Falmouth was the town where she had spent […]

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Boscawen un – When is a Stone Circle not a stone circle?

The names spin by outside the car, Buryas Bridge, Drift, Catchall and then I see the tiny turning that I need and swing the car in, on to the dirt road.  This is the track to Boscawen-un, one of the first ancient places on the Penwith that I ever came to.  That was probably 20 years […]

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Lerryn: Tales from a Cornish River Bank

The Mole . . . absorbed in the new life he was entering upon, intoxicated with the sparkle, the ripple, the scents and the sounds and the sunlight, he trailed a paw in the water and dreamed a long waking dream. The Wind in the Willows: Kenneth Grahame Lerryn is a tiny, tucked away village sitting at […]

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Box Brownie: The Perfect Reflection

I was given my first camera aged roughly 8 or 9 years old.  It was a Hanimex Auto Grip 110F which took those funny cartridge films.  It was small and clunky but I felt so proud that it was all mine!  Many of the pictures that I took subsequently, mostly of my cats and chickens, […]

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Hannah Jory: Mother, Prostitute & Convict

I find researching and writing about an ordinary person from the past fascinating (perhaps it is my natural nosiness).  At times it is captivating, at others, difficult to comprehend. After all these folks aren’t around to explain their actions or to defend themselves.  Records for the regular person on the street are scant, we often left with small […]

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Box Brownie: The next step

Since I found my Brownie camera in a charity shop I have been on a sharp learning curve as I have got to know it and have gradually built up a picture of how this funny black box actually works.  I plan to do a couple more blogs on the anatomy of my Brownie and […]

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Enys Bluebells: No filter needed

  I am not even sure that this post needs words.  Like all of us all work and no play does me no good what so ever! I am one of those people who loves being busy but has to also make the most of the time off when I get it!  For me that usually means […]

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Helston Flora Day: through my eyes

Helston Flora is one of my favourite days in the Cornish calendar.  I have happy memories of visiting as a teenager and more recently helping my oldest friend in her shop for what is just about the busiest day of the year for the town. For the uninitiated Flora day is a celebration of the arrival […]

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Granny Boswell: Cornwall’s Gypsy Queen

There are some women in history that I really wish I could meet and Granny Boswell, Gypsy Queen, would be one of them. Granny Boswell was of course not always a granny, Ann Boswell was born in 1813. She and her husband, Ephraim, locally known as the King of the Gypsies, are said to have come from Tipperary, […]

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Zennor Quoit: Take a walk with me

Driving out of Zennor village towards St Ives there is a house known as the Eagles Nest perched on a crag looking out to sea.  It was in the valley below this house that D H Lawrence spent 1915 writing Women in Love and just opposite its white painted gate there is a track leading out across the downs.  […]

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