The Bucca

 

Winter, 1811

A gull’s wing tip topped the wave and just for a moment the air currents caught hold of its white feathers and the bird swung in the air, weightless as thistle-down.  The sea twisted, turned and undulated but the stark unmoving line of the horizon didn’t alter.   It was empty, a deep blue ribbon floating between an ocean of silver and a grey sky.  There was not a shadow to be seen beneath the surface of the lulling waves and other than the gull not a single living thing above.  The clouds stretched out over the water, still, in the last of the fading winter light.

Closer to the shore she watched, the sea spray was dancing up like a haze on the breeze.  Moisture thrown up by the insistent waves butting time after time against the rocks below the cliff.   The wet settled like a shining dust on her lashes and hair.  The red woollen shawl she clawed around her with rough tired hands had a feather-like dusting of salty droplets on it and a wintery chill was setting in her bones.  Time to leave. Continue reading

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Thoughts of Carwynnen Quoit

Carwynnen quoit has fallen more than once.  It’s giant stones have been raised up again and again, the first time 5000 years ago, then again in the 19th century and the last time in 2014.  Yes, unfortunately it has taken me this long to get around to visiting but the twisting back roads led me to a impressive monument.

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I had wanted to be there a couple of years ago when the cap stone had been lifted into place but that happened at a time when the work I was doing didn’t afford me the kind of freedom that I have now.  I understand from people who were there that it was a magical moment. Apparently everyone surged forward to place their hands on the stones, almost like a blessing for them and for the quoit.

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Sketch of the quoit from 1823

This summer I have been working with a wonderful group of like-minded people who are as enthusiastic and passionate about ancient places as I am (maybe even more so).  We have been spending our days together uncovering two almost forgotten stone circles and a stone row out on the wilds of Bodmin Moor but more of that on another occasion I promise.  I choose to mention it now because one of the subjects we talked of while on our knees in the rain cutting turf was how wonderful it would be to see those stones upright again.  However since my visit to Carwynnen I have to say I have been having my doubts.

Don’t misunderstand me, I am sure that every possible care was taken with this sites reconstruction and it is wonderful to see this ancient monument on it’s feet again so to speak but strangely somehow it felt wrong to me.  Like something was out of place, not quite as it should be.  The stones looked new, too clean, too upright – as if they had just been built – which of course I guess they kind of have.

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Perhaps that is how the ancient people saw them, all clean, fresh and straight and I am just judging this place by all the other sites I love so much where everything is just a bit sunken and wonky. But it does raise a question for me – when they fall do we just leave them?

I guess the answer is a complex one.  Some would argue that these are just old pieces of stone with no intrinsic worth, why should we pay to preserve and protect them?  I am not one of those people, to many, including myself, they do mean something.

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I believe that anything that links us to our roots and to the world we live in should be treasured.  But can we go too far with restoration and how do we know we are getting it right?  Each historical sketch of Carwynnen looks different from the next and different again from the stones as they stand today.

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So if we can’t get it right should we leave well alone, rather than make a misrepresentation of the past?  I don’t know the answer. But I would appreciate others thoughts if you wish to share.

There was a big part of me that looked at the fallen stones of those circles on Bodmin Moor and wished I could see them as my ancestors did but of course I never really will and perhaps I am just not meant to.

For more stoney tales try: The Raising of Logan Rock or When is a Stone Circle not a stone circle?

 

Who Carved The Rocky Valley Amazing Mazes?

One of my most favourite walks takes me on a lovely loop from Trevalga along a stunning stretch of coastline up through Rocky Valley and back to Trevalga via Trethevy.  The Rocky Valley walk is quite famous in these parts and it’s close proximity to the surfing mecca of Newquay means that it gets plenty of footfall all year around.  I have only ever been there once when there was no one but me and a three-legged dog. (And that’s another story.)

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The valley gets all those visitors because it really is a magical place. When you descend from the cliff path into the valley itself the path then winds its way beside a stream gushing downhill towards the sea, it is lush and green and shady even on a hot day.

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Part way up the valley is the ruin of a mill and it is behind this roofless shell on the cool, damp rock face that you find the carvings.

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They are easy to miss but once you spot them I think they are fascinating.  I have traced their gentle curves many times with my eye and my finger, it feels like a game and a spell.  There is a plaque above which claims they date from the bronze age (probably) but in actual fact their origin is a complete mystery.

No one is really sure who carved them or when and there are several theories.  One idea is that they were in fact carved by a bored worker at the now abandoned mill. During the 18th century mazes such as these saw a bit of a revival, it is unclear why but the labyrinth pattern started to pop up all over the place, in architecture and in gardens and in other odd locations too.

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Above is a picture of me and a friend in the 1990s at the Troy Town maze on St Agnes island in the Isles of Scilly.  The seven ring maze pattern is not particular to these parts it is common throughout Europe and it has been said that they were built on sea shores to protect sailors by sending them fair winds.  The one on St Agnes dates from roughly 1790 which is also the date of other graffiti carved into the walls of the mill in Rocky Valley.

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It would be nice to known the Rocky Valley carvings real origins but I doubt there will ever be any certainty over their true date.  I do feel that the sign that is there now is a little misleading however and could perhaps do with a bit of an update to leave their provenience a more open to thought and perhaps our imagination.

For another rocky story try: Tregiffian Barrow & the Cup-marked Stone or The Raising of Logan Rock

Falmouth’s Mystery Pyramid

Isn’t it strange that you can see something a thousand times in your life and never really question what it is or why it is there?  That was how I felt when one day I actually stopped and looked at the Killigrew monument in the centre of Falmouth.

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When I got home I had a quick read and found out that this pyramid was built in 1737 by Martin Lister Killigrew.  I can tell you it’s vital statistics.  It stands 44 ft high, cost £455 and is made of dressed granite from a quarry near Trevethen Beacon.  But to cut a long story short I can’t really tell you why it is there, no one it seems is entirely sure what exactly it is for or why it was built.

The pyramid under construction/deconstruction.

Martin was the last of the Killigrew line.  Martin Lister took the Killigrew name when he married Anne Killigrew, clearly the couple had the intention of continuing the family line but it wasn’t to be.   They died with no heir, it’s seems that the monument was meant as some kind of memorial by the last in the line of that ancient Cornish family.

The Killigrew’s it is said made Falmouth.  The family were very wealthy and had a long connection with the town, constructing much of it’s waterfront at the time and having streets named after them. But there are many unsavoury tales of piracy, greed and ill-gotten riches mixed up with their name also.

When Martin commissioned his pyramid after he had left Cornwall for London, he never saw it completed but he sent detailed instructions as to where to source the materials and how it was to be constructed.  He also made it clear that it was to have no mark of any kind on the outside – no date, no initials, no inscription. 20160307_110028 (1)

Unfortunately for me there are many conflicting accounts of the pyramid’s history.  I will try and wheedle out what seems to be real.

It appears that it originally stood in an area of Falmouth known as The Grove because of the elm trees Martin had planted there but the monument has moved twice since then.  Once in 1836 to the end of Arwenak Avenue (also known as the Ropewalk) and then again with the arrival of the railway to its present position in 1871.

It seems that at some point during these moves there was a strange discovery.

Local legend has it that the men who were dismantling the stone monument in 1836 found two glass bottles inside sealed with wax. Some accounts say that the bottles were empty (unlikely I think), some say that one contained parchment and the other coins.  And yet another account says that one of the bottles was added during the final move and inside it was placed an account of the pyramids history.  I can’t tell you which story is true, perhaps someone out there knows.  Perhaps Martin did leave us a message, a clue as to what his obelisk really meant, he wrote that he wanted it to beautify Falmouth’s waterfront but was that all?

No one it seems appears to know what happened to those bottles . . . whether they were removed or whether they are still inside the great granite tomb of Killigrew’s Monument?

This is Lady Mary (butter-wouldn’t-melt) Killigrew as a young woman

I have an idea! Mary Killigrew, Anne Killigrew’s ancestor, was a pirate (supposedly).  Mary was meant to have stolen some Spanish treasure and hidden it in the garden of the family home -Arwenak House – which still stands very close to where the pyramid is today . . . did Martin, the last of the Killigrew’s, leave us a Treasure Map perhaps, were those coins in the second bottle part of the treasure or . . . or oh . . .hang on a minute . . . has my imagination just run away with me  . . . again?! Bother.

For more tales of piracy try: Who was Pirate John ‘Eyebrows’ Thomas? or for another pyramid story try: Celebrating the Rather Eccentric Mr Knill

Celebrating the Rather Eccentric Mr Knill

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This rather eccentric philanthropist (some say smuggler) wanted to provide for the people he had grown so fond of and to guarantee that his name would be remembered for all time in the town that he made his home, so he devised a ceremony to do just.

Every St James’ Day, the 25th July, the locals and hangers-on like myself, march up to the 15m high pyramid he built on Worvas hill above St Ives.

There is music, dancing and singing and at the end of it all the Master of Ceremonies asks the 3 trustees if they believe that all has been done as John Knill requested.  If they all agree then the crowd disperses, job done for another few years! I have never attended the ceremony before as it is only held every 5 years and this is the first year that I have been able to (or indeed remembered) to go.  But I have to say I am really happy that I did, it may not be as famous as the Padstow Obby Oss or as colourful as Helston Flora Day but I loved it.

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It all starts in the town centre outside the Guildhall where the trustees – the vicar, customs officer and mayor- put their 3 keys into the locks on the chest that Knill gave the town and hand out the money that he provided in perpetuity for the day.

Remaining faithful to Knill’s specific instructions they choose 10 girls under the age of ten, who must be the daughters of seamen, tinners or miners and two elderly widows who must be the widows of seamen, tinners or miners, and a fiddler to accompany the dancing.  Then they, along with the trustees and other notables, all proceed up hill to the Knill Steeple (these days by bus!).

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The Steeple was built by Knill in 1782 and was intended to be his final resting place.  Sadly he died in London in 1811 so his wishes in that regard were not fulfilled.  His mausoleum is however a land mark for miles around and can also be seen far out to sea leading to tenuous rumours that he built it as a marker for his pirate friends.

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Born in Callington in 1733 Knill was an important and respected man in St Ives. He was the Collector of Taxes, the Customs Officer and the mayor but it must be said that there are hints that the small fleet of privateers vessels that he formed to combat smuggling was, in fact, a front to cover up a rather lucrative trade in contraband goods.  No wonder the town loved him!

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The fiddler leads the dancing around the Steeple

 

The first ceremony at the Steeple took place in 1801 with John Knill present to supervise that all was done as he envisioned and it has continued in the same way ever since.

The huge granite pyramid has Knill’s coat of arms on one side and his motto, ‘Resurgam’, on the other.  The motto translates to ‘I shall rise again’ and in a way John Knill does.  He comes alive in our lives and in our minds every 5 years or indeed every time we visit his monument and breath in the beautiful views.

For more interesting local folk try: The Singular Mr Daniel Gumb & his house of rocks or Hannah Jory: Mother, Prostitute & Convict or Granny Boswell: Cornwall’s Gypsy Queen

A King and our Lost Cornish Gold

No one these days really knows what a collar stud is, let alone wears one but King George V certainly did and he is said to have kept his in a rather special place.

The county of Cornwall is not really known for its treasure troves, we live in hope of a discovery like Sutton Hoo to put the our long-forgotten kings back on the map of history  but as yet nothing so magnificent has come to light.  The county does however boast large deposits of precious minerals of all kinds, not least tin, and in certain areas in small amounts gold can be found.

I am not a person who gets excited by the razzmatazz, sparkle and bling for very long, as you might have guessed it is far more likely to be the small things that really bring the past to life for me. However the Royal Cornwall Museum in Truro does have one display which I love, they call it the Gold Cabinet and inside are some of the treasures of Cornwall.

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Peer through the glass and you will find 4000 year old gold necklaces and 3000 year old armrings and I try and imagine who worn such wonderful things.  In pride of place is an early Bronze Age gold cup known as the Rillaton Cup which was found inside an ancient burial mound (a barrow) on Bodmin Moor. 20160712_122511 And it is this cup that King George V used to store his collar studs in his dressing room in Buckingham Palace.

The Rillaton cup is extremely rare.  It is one of only 7 similar vessels found in Europe and is by far the best preserved thanks to who ever buried it. Luckily for us they stowed it inside a ceramic bowl which protected the soft gold.  This beautiful cup is skilfully constructed from one solid sheet of hammered gold and decorated with horizontal concentric corrugations.  The elegant etched handle is attached by rivets and with my nose pressed against the display cabinet’s glass I silently wish I could pick it up to feel its weight in my hands.

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So what about it’s strange provenance?  Well the cup was very nearly lost.  It was dug up from a stone burial cist inside a barrow by workmen in 1837.  A number of beads and a small metal dagger were also found but because the area of Bodmin Moor where it was uncovered belonged to20160712_122140 The Duchy of Cornwall everything was presented to King William IV.  After his death the artefacts passed to Queen Victoria and then to George V who had the cup on his dressing table.  The cup’s value and importance had been completely forgotten.

Fortunately when Edward VIII inherited it Queen Mary apparently realised what it really was and decided to give it to the British Museum for public display.

And perhaps now is the right time to admit that the pictures I have here are of the copy of the real cup which is all the museum in Truro has of this county’s most rare and magical ancient find.  The real thing has never come home to Cornwall.

There is one more little thing to relate about this 2000 year old treasure.

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A big sky on Bodmin Moor

 

Before it was discovered there was a local legend that a golden cup was hidden in the exact burial mound where it was found.  A coincidence no doubt but wouldn’t it be amazing to think that an ancient memory could have been passed down a couple of hundred generations?!

For more treasures try: Seaglass and other treasures and for more ancient stories try: Cornwall’s Oldest Road

Those Ruined places: Merther

Old buildings, I feel, always have a certain presence but ruined places somehow even more so.  There is a special kind of mystery in a ruined place and I find myself drawn in and pisky-led.  My rather over-active imagination can fill these ivy-clad, tumble-down spaces with life and lives that are entirely of my own invention.  Maybe that is their attraction.

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The church of St Cohan at Merther is one of those places.  To begin with to find this little nowhere place leads you down a long, winding and dead-end lane.  I saw a grazing deer on the road here once, that is how infrequent the traffic is. When you step out of the car there is no sound but the wind and the birds (maybe a tractor).

The tiny hamlet stands at the far reaches of St Clements Creek just a few miles from the buzz of Truro though you would never know it. The original building on this site is said to date to around 1370 but it was only named for Saint Cohen (Coan) in about 1480 when the poor chap was murdered in his hermitage near here during King Athelstan’s conquest of Cornwall.

And after that, well, it seems the life of the church continued peacefully as with each generation birth was followed by marriage, followed by death, followed by birth.

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According to Henderson’s Cornish Church Guide Merther church fell into disrepair in the 1920s when a larger, smarter church was built at Tresillian a couple of miles away.  Eventually that church took Merther’s 3 bells and its statue of Saint Cohen and the building was left to crumble.

 

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But if you are looking for somewhere to take a walk with ghosts or perhaps get some atmospheric photographs then find Merther on a map (or try your Sat Nav but I am not promising) and hunt it down.

 

For another atmospheric ruin try: Those Ruined Places : The Vacant Farm

For more tales of ancient places try: A Lostwithiel home: Yours for 3000 years! or The Singular Mr Daniel Gumb & his house of rocks

In Launceston, Throwing Stones at Mary Magdalene

Living as I do in Mid Cornwall sometimes it can feel that I am a long way from anywhere in either direction.  If I take a trip ‘down west’ then I like to make a day of it and take a picnic and the same must be said for the other direction too.   There would be very little point in going ‘up the line’ to North Cornwall for just a couple of hours.

Yesterday however I did just that, I found myself with a couple of hours to kill in North Cornwall before an appointment across the border in Devon, so I took the opportunity to stop in the pretty town of Launceston.

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Launceston,  I think, has a lot going for it. The pretty narrow streets, old gateway, a lovely market square and a wonderful Norman castle looking down on it all.

The church however is truly something special.  It was built between 1511 and 1524 and has hardly been altered since.  I think it is the prettiest in the county!  And I understand from the information booklet I purchased on my visit (I like a booklet and aim to get one from every church I go in!) that it was voted in the top 100 churches in the whole country!

As I wandered around listening to the almost deafening organ practice I have to say I fell in love all over again.  Magical.  But while I was taking another look at the outside something caught my eye.

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The exterior of the church is really wonderful, the detail and extravagance of the sculpted granite is truly fabulous.  There are plants and flowers, pomegranates, George and a scary looking dragon, saints, dogs and griffins.  So much detail.  But why was that reclining statue lying in a niche at the east end of the building littered with small stones?  I referred to my handy information booklet. . .

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It tells me the statue is the Mary Magdalene after whom the church is named.  She is lounging on a cushioned bed, surrounded by choristers and minstrels, clearly Launceston quite liked this so called fallen lady.20160705_162129  But why then the stones?

I read on . . .

The tradition continues among children and some adults in Launceston, that if you throw a stone that lodges [on Mary Magdalene] you will shortly have new clothes given to you.

Well, that has to be worth a go! . . .  Luckily Mary’s face is very worn by time and weather so I can’t really see her expression.  I wonder what she thinks about having pebbles lobbed at her by a 38 year old woman?!  Sorry Mary!

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For more stories of Cornish churches try: The Centre of Cornwall & a rather Mysterious Tail or for more interesting ladies try: Celia Fiennes: Through Cornwall, side-saddle! or Hannah Jory: Mother, Prostitute & Convict

 

The Singular Mr Daniel Gumb & his house of rocks

Walking out in to the silence of Bodmin moor when the sky is bright blue and the air is still there is a kind of rare peacefulness for me.  The whisper of the breeze though the dried grasses and the buzz of various flying beasties seems so loud in that vast open space.  Tricked by the recent wonderful weather I can almost imagine myself living out there in the still isolation.  I have forgotten the wild winter winds that you can barely stand up in and the horizontal hail stinging your cheeks.

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Daniel Gumb must have loved it too because in the 18th century he made this moor his home, in fact in a way he became more a part of it, and it of him, than most can boast.  He was a stone-cutter by trade and built his very own house out of the giant slabs of stone that litter this ancient landscape. While he was alive no one paid much mind to the strange stonemason living out on the moor but after his death his house became famous, a bit of a tourist attraction for the Victorian day-tripper as the picture below illustrates:

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It may surprise you to know that Daniel Gumb was not out there alone, he and his wife Florence had 6 children in their strange little stone house.  There is a description of it in Cornish Characters and Strange Events by S Baring-Gould published in 1908.  It says that while Gumb was hewing blocks of granite on the moors near to the famous Cheesewring he discovered an immense slab – “this it struck him might be made the roof of a habitation”.  He apparently excavated under the slab and built up walls to support it, the house had a chimney, lime-cement walls and was “sufficiently commodious” for Gumb, his wife and their 6 children. According to a description from 1802 it was like an artificial cavern of roughly 12 feet (4m ish) square.

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I have to admit looking at it today it is hard to imagine it as it is described by Baring-Gould.  But for me the location is hard to beat!  The wonderfully odd rock formation known as the Cheesewrings rises up just behind and empty moorland stretches out beyond the front door for as far as you can see.

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Daniel Gumb was no fool.  He had another motive for his choice of back garden other than convenience for the commute to work.  He was a mathematician and a star gazer.  The roof of his house served as his observatory and the moors offered clear skies and peace and quiet for his calculations.

He even carved diagrams with his chisel into the rocks lying about his home.  Maths is not my strongest suit but my reading tells me that they are something to do with the problems of the Greek mathematician Euclid . . . Gumb also carved his name and the date, 1735, beside what was his front door.

Daniel Gumb died in 1776 at the age of 73 and his name has since disappeared into the moorland mist.  Hundreds of people come and visit this piece of the moor every year but they come to see the Cheesewrings.  Many pairs of walking boots stomp right passed this fascinating man’s front door without realising it.  I wonder what he would have made of it all.

Visiting Daniel Gumb’s house is easiest if you park at the car park in the village of Minions and walk from there, it’s an interesting walk which passes the Hurlers stone circles.  I have been told that the location of the house has changed and that it was moved from its original location when the neighbouring quarry expanded.  I am not sure how true that is but feel it needs a mention.

For more tales of Bodmin moor try: Remembering the Murder of Charlotte Dymond

 

 

A Fort with a View

Sometimes the only way to escape the hustle and bustle of life is to take yourself away from it and try and gain a little perspective.  I am not suggesting in any way that Cornwall has the rush and drive of other areas of the country.  It doesn’t. In fact I have heard it said that if things get anymore relaxed in this part of the world they will just grind to a halt.  But just sometimes I find I still need to stop, take a deep breath and take in the view to really appreciate how fortunate I am.

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Trencrom offers I think one of the finest views in Cornwall.  This ancient Iron Age Hill Fort gives you a 360 degree panorama of the Penwith.  It is one of the few places from which you can see both the north and the south coast at the same time.

St Ives bay on one side . . .  (above)

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. . . and Mount’s Bay on the other.  Can you spot the shadow of St Michael’s Mount?

The fort itself is now just a higgledy-piggledy pile of low rocky walls and huge natural outcrops covered at this time of year with wild flowers.  But you can still make out its ancient fortress shape and there are two obvious gateways in to the enclosure which highlight man’s influence on this landscape.

For anyone who has read some of my previous blogs you will know that whenever I am somewhere like this my imagination starts working overtime and I always find myself wondering about the people who have stood where I am standing and what that place meant to them.  Most of the early travel writers that produced guides to Cornwall, the kind of books I love and collect, waxed lyrical about the views from Trencrom.  They weren’t wrong and I wonder how much the scene that I see today has changed, not too much I imagine.  Although Robert Hunt seemed to think he could see the hills of St Austell (50 miles away) from here, he clearly had better eyesight than I do!

Trencrom, also known as Trecrobbin meaning the round town in Cornish, is roughly 500m above sea level and as well as being a fortress it is also meant to have been the home of giants.  Those giants according to legend buried a golden treasure here so in the past this hill has been the site of some furious digging!

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But one aspect of this beautiful place is often overlooked however, the land was in fact given to the National Trust so that it would be a memorial to the men and women of Cornwall who gave their lives in the two World Wars.

I have been to Trencrom many times before but on that day last week, looking for some peace and quiet, it was the first time that I noticed the weather-worn memorial plaque hidden in the shadow of a huge boulder.   And it gave me all the perspective I needed.

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Trencrom isn’t difficult to find, it is just a few miles from St Ives, take the road for Halsetown and turn off left when you see a signpost for Cripplesease.  In less than a mile there is a narrow gateway on the right-hand-side of the road to a little car park.  From here it is a short, but steep and uneven climb, to the fort. (TR27 6NP)

 

For more posts like this try: The Raising of Logan Rock and Remembering the Murder of Charlotte Dymond