Photo: Pixabay As a child, my dad would take me, on Saturday morning, with a couple of his friends, out fishing at Coverack in a beautiful clinker built boat called The Southern Star. Going there recently, many years on, I found her pulled up beyond high water, much changed from the boat I knew….Continue Reading “The Southern Star – a poem by David Oates”
It often seems that in our modern days there is no magic, no mystery, no more contact with the forces of the earth. It is still there, though, for those who can tap into its power. These are the days These are the days when magic dies, Its mysteries no secrets hold No…Continue Reading “These are the days – A Poem by David Oates”
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”
When the mines closed, men left Cornwall in their thousands, going out literally into the unknown. Many left from Redruth Station and their heartache is still there. Clock creeps to midnight Soft sleep its gentle hostage takes Throughout the tired town. But there, where arc of bridge Throws high its granite span The day…Continue Reading “Redruth Railway Station at Night – a poem by David Oates”
David Oates has provided us with a fair numbers of articles and now we include one of his poems which clearly found him in relective mood. Godrevy was Camborne by the sea and in my childhood days it seemed as if we lived there – every day seemed fine, every sun-filled moment was…Continue Reading “Godrevy Days by David Oates”
David Oates draws on intensely personal childhood memories, of some seventy years ago, to find echoes of an age now gone. An age where leisure and pleasure before the time of universal car ownership was found close to home. The advent of car ownership, too, marked the beginning of the end of communities travelling and…Continue Reading “Over the hills and far away …”