Trevaunance Beach (Photo: courtesy Clive Benney Collection) Mike Ricks has penned his fond memories of the place where he was born and grew up – St Agnes. We are sure that it will be a memory-jerker for many, particularly those who shared his time in that north Cornish village. When Rocky Lane was…Continue Reading “Back When “
Bert Biscoe shares his thoughts on a subject which affects all who care about Kernow. You may agree or disagree with his view but it cannot be denied that the decision will have far-reaching consequences. Tid’n Onen hag Oll this Mayor To tell a People whose modern mythology includes the rejection of sugar…Continue Reading “Tid’n Onen hag Oll this Mayor”
Vyager gans Geryow (Bert Biscoe) lives in Truro. He is a poet and songwriter whose work draws on his interest in history, politics, social justice and language. He represented the people of Boscawen Division on Cornwall Council. The Division was formerly called ‘Moresk’ – an unbroken link from civic administration to the hurried…Continue Reading “Governor Generals Get There Soonest – A Poem by Bert Biscoe”
(Photo Steve Tanner) Vyager gans Geryow (Bert Biscoe) lives in Truro. He is a poet and songwriter whose work draws on his interest in history, politics, social justice and language. He represents the people of Boscawen Division on Cornwall Council. The Division was formerly called ‘Moresk’ – an unbroken link from civic administration…Continue Reading “Yew Tree at Perranwell Station – a Poem by Bert Biscoe”
This month we have another of Bert Biscoe’s poems. Sit back and listen to the engaging sound of Bert’s voice as he relates his story of The Porthleven Goose versus Old Will Temby. More of Bert’s Cornish themed poems can be found on this site by making a word search on his name. …Continue Reading “The Porthleven Goose versus Old Will Temby – a poem written and spoken by Bert Biscoe”
Another poem written and spoken by Bert Biscoe: one where every word should be savoured to appreciate the full thrust and vigour of his message. A cup of tea at five in The Ale House Old comrades speak quietly In shady corners of anonymous bars – They talk of waiting, biding, Sitting…Continue Reading “A cup of tea at five in The Ale House”