Garrow Tor’s Lost Village

In an earlier post I wrote about the Cornish word Hireth, which means a longing for somewhere, and how many people can feel a deep affliation or connection to a place.  For me, Bodmin Moor with its mysterious relics, wild landscape and wide horizons is one of those places.

Canon Elliott-Binns’ 1955 book Medieval Cornwall contains this description – “The hills . . .  are very rugged, having been scored by the torrents of innumerable winters, and ravaged by the rays of summer suns . . . These wild tracts, stretching lonely and inhospitably beneath vast spaces of sky seem to have changed but little since first the eye of man fell upon their bewildering undulations.”


The Canon makes the moor sound slightly grim and unpleasant which it is, I guess on a cold rainy day but it is also so much more.

Garrow Tor in particular speaks to me.   I think often about the walking there.  Memories of it flit through my minds-eye. The rustle of the grass against my legs, the summer heat rising from the granite or the trickle of the De Lank river. I even wrote a short story about it.


But in this post I have a different story that I want to tell. The story of a ruin of a cottage and a village that has vanished under the thick turf.  The cottage now has no name and no roof. But it was once carefully built beside the slow running steam, with a hearth and a tidy garden wall.

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There was once a little medieval moorland village here, known I believe as simply Garrow (sometimes Garrah).  From the 13th to the 15th centuries the community thrived but by 1841 it had been reduced to just one farmstead. The farm was occupied by shepherd Thomas Green, his wife Elizabeth and their 6 sons.


When my cottage was finally abandoned I am not really sure.  The state of it’s decay indicates that it was a long while ago.  There is no sign of glass in the windows and nettles grow out of the fireplace.

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No one has tended this garden for many years, although the sheep seem to love the richer grass that you still find around old habitations.

I find other peoples memories in what remains – an old metal gate hanging still attached to its granite post, the view from a window of the horizon, the sound of the wind in the leaves of those beech trees planted for shelter and shade.

Bridge made of solid granite crossing the river to the cottage

The stone bridge, the weedy hearth and those stunted beech trees are all that remain of the last owners hard existence out on this moor.  Their cottage’s shell still stands, but only just, beneath the looming shadows of Cornwall’s highest hills – Brown Willy and Rough Tor.

For whatever reason it is one of my favourite places to be.

For more ruined places try: Those Ruined places: Merther or Those Ruined Places : The Vacant Farm

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15 thoughts on “Garrow Tor’s Lost Village

  1. Why do particular places speak to us the way they do? “I find other people’s memories in what remains…” you say. I wonder if those other people’s memories are also our own in some way.

  2. Love the pictures! I am undertaking a study of the area and have collected quite a bit of information about this particular cottage and its inhabitants (and have taken some similar though not as good photographs). My understanding, however, based on the tithe apportionment and other evidence is that the cottage was occupied by Ezekiel Tinney and his family in 1841. It was still occupied by his direct descendants 70 years later. Incidentally, I have a copy of a beautiful photograph of some of the people who inhabited this cottage in the early 1900s. Best wishes, Gary (P.S. that little bridge is Grade II listed!)

    1. Wow Gary, thank you so much for the information, this is a crazy coincidence but my grand mother was a Tinney!! How odd, as it is a reasonably unusual surname! I’d love any further info you have as I just think its a wonderful spot 🙂

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