Cornwall's Hidden History Blog
I love old cameras. I love their design. The weight, the heft of them. Their quirks and foibles. These idiosyncrasies make them wonderful and exciting to use but sometimes you just want to take the best possible picture, without worrying how it is going to turn out! Whip out a modern digital mirrorless camera you […]
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The past couple of days have given me such the rare opportunity of seeing the place where I live in Cornwall in a new way. The world has gone muffled and monotone. And I love it.
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It’s been a little while since I posted anything about my rather lovely Kodak Box Brownie camera, if the truth be told I have been using my digital a lot more over this autumn and winter and part of the reason for that is the light, or lack of it! I posted a little guide […]
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Once while on one of our trips my other half and I were taking in just another orange Caribbean sunset when we heard what we thought was a party just a few dusty streets away. It may have been the rum or the weeks on the road with little in the way of night life but we […]
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I have always loved the mystery that a ruined place creates. They are on one hand like a blank page on which I can jot down any story that my imagination likes and then on the other they of course already have a real history to discover. Real characters and real events. The past halted in time […]
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John Knill loved St Ives. And more than 2oo years after his death St Ives is still remembering him. This rather eccentric philanthropist (sometimes smuggler) wanted to provide for the people he had grown so fond of. And to also guarantee that his name would be remembered for all time in the town that he made […]
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Roughly around 20 years ago I bought an old camera, second hand at a flea-market, it was a Minolta SR-7. I don’t remember what I paid for it but I wasn’t earning much at the time so it can’t have been expensive. I had fun with it for a few years and then the speed and light-weight […]
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Grandpa Dale was a quiet, stern looking man who always wore a shirt, tie and waistcoat on the farm, even on the sunniest days. He was hard but never unkind and I adored him. I followed him about the farm like a puppy, getting under his feet. He always carried a roll of blackcurrant fruit […]
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Old buildings, I feel, always have a certain presence but ruined places somehow even more so. There is a special kind of mystery in a ruined place and I find myself drawn in and pisky-led. My rather over-active imagination can fill these ivy-clad, tumble-down spaces with life and lives that are entirely of my own invention. Maybe […]
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I guess you could say that I am nosy by nature. I would prefer to be called curious or inquisitive but really I just like to know stuff. As a child I drove my parents up the wall with endless questions – why this? and how that? But you see if you don’t ask you […]
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