Gwennap Pit – a poem by Ruth Tremayne Harry

   Gwennap Pit It’s the heart of the Methodist world Where John Wesley made his mark And as the people came to listen Something profound had made a start   Let your light shine, were his words Miss no opportunity to do others good We would do well to just remember Were these sentiments understood?…Continue Reading “Gwennap Pit – a poem by Ruth Tremayne Harry”

The Pydar Street Almshouses

An almshouse is defined as “a unit of residential accommodation (usually a house or flat) which belongs to a charity, is provided exclusively to meet the charity’s purposes (for example, the relief of financial need or infirmity) and is occupied or is available for occupation under a licence by a qualified beneficiary”1. The Henry Williams…Continue Reading “The Pydar Street Almshouses”

The Port of Charlestown

I suppose it’s safe to say, that over the years I have written a fair bit about the premier port of St Austell Bay, the port of Charlestown. The name ‘Porth-Meur’ or ‘Great Cove’ had been used for several hundred years, evolving through time, to become Porthmear, later Polmear, and later again, West Polmear. This…Continue Reading “The Port of Charlestown”

It’s a hard-knock life

Someone once said, “If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today.” Honestly, I don’t think we, as a society, know what hardship is. When I was a child we had little money, even though both my parents worked and had relatively good jobs. My father was an alcoholic and…Continue Reading “It’s a hard-knock life”

Christmas Pork

Tis another of they there dialect stories from the pen of Trevor Dalley! Mistletoe hung forlorn and naked of its berries from a blackened beam; an open door somewhere caused the log fire to emit an occasional puff of smoke. “Well, if thet wus Christmas we’ve ‘ad it.” Said Joey. The pub was empty except for Joey and…Continue Reading “Christmas Pork”

Paddy the Smuggler

   Although we are unable to establish a firm date in which the following event took place, we can be sure that it was at a time when most people lived religious lives and almost everything they did between birth and death involved the local church or chapel. If however, there was one thing which…Continue Reading “Paddy the Smuggler”