Map: https://maps.nls.uk/geo/explore/side-by-side/#zoom=15.0&lat=50.18785&lon=-5.35617&layers=6&right=ESRIWorld This profile of Gwinear Wesleyan Chapel was compiled by Jo Lewis. Approaching Gwinear from the East, the Wesleyan chapel was south of the road, set down a short track in a field. There is still a gap in the wall at this point, just before the houses start on the right but no…Continue Reading “Mapping Methodism – Gwinear Wesleyan Chapel”
Photo: courtesy of the Shipwright Arms Another dialect story from Trevor Dalley, featuring his old friends, Albert and Joey. As usual, they’re on the make but who can resist the charm and cunning of these two Cornish characters. Certainly not this couple of visitors to our shores. I took a long pull on my…Continue Reading “Fresh Fish”
The Dairy School at Blackwater in 1916 – local girl Olive James on the left. Dairy Schools were once an important part of rural life: they fulfilled a need and were gone by the 1930s. Considering that, perhaps it is not surprising that few have even heard of their existence. The Technical Instruction Act…Continue Reading “Dairy Schools”
The Church of St Gwinear Tucked away in a fold of the land just inland from the north coast, lies a church that bears a dedication to one of those wild Irish rovers who supposedly brought Christianity to Cornwall. To stand there, today, is to be part of that ancient past. Through…Continue Reading “The Church of St Gwinear – a Poem by David Oates”
Tithe Map 1844 Killagorden has always been a fascination for me, especially when I was young. What was up that long drive on the back road from Idless and Polquick? It seemed to me that many Idless villagers spoke of it in somewhat hushed tones which enhanced the mystery for a child. When walking…Continue Reading “Killagorden (Rosedale) Idless, Truro”
Another poem from the pen and voice of one of Cornwall’s foremost poets National Minority Audio Click above to listen National Minority A powerful sun rose and stretched, Pushing back the clothes of cloud With which the old Earth wraps Herself to sleep in the doorway Of orbit’s midnight and early hours…Continue Reading “National Minority – A Poem by Bert Biscoe”