Cornwall Humour by Alan Murton in 2002

Alan Murton – Runner Up in Confederation of Old Cornwall Societies Essay Competitiony November 30th is looming large.  I’m a “Dreckly” specialist and wait for a deadline to get perilously close before tackling any job.  My procrastination has given me opportunity in this essay to pay tribute to Lilla Miller, aka “Mrs Rosewarne,” who died […]

D Day for a Truronian by Alan Murton

So Many HeroesTerence John Murton (RAF 1941/46)1924 – 1979 I lived on a hill, not any old hill.  It was the hill in Truro where everything of importance to the community passed by and ran from railway station to town centre.  The hill was a historical news bulletin so that a camcorder or ciné camera […]

Air Ambulance Charity appeals for urgent support to safeguard helicopter service

1 June 2020 Cornwall Air Ambulance is appealing for urgent support to help safeguard the future of the helicopter service amid a significant funding shortfall due to the Coronavirus pandemic. With the closure of charity shops, the cancellation of community fundraising events and the loss of income from the tourism sector, the lifesaving charity is […]

Redruth Revival Murders by Michael Tangye

1824. King George IV reigned. The mining town of Redruth had not yet reached the height of its prosperity. Its shallow, immensely rich copper lodes had rapidly raised many shrewd miners and investors from their working-class status to that of the middle class. Yet the majority of what was then an almost entire Cornish population, […]

How do you know you’re back where you belong? by Alan Murton

How do you know?When the winter sun is shining and the sea is cobalt blue,When the golden sand is gleaming, Atlantic rollers sweeping inAnd you share the beach with others – in coats and wellies too,Walking the empty acres where the visitors have been That’s when you know. When Christmas comes bands and choirs, young […]

“Where I belong…” by Alan Murton

Empty winter beachebb tide leaves mirrored pools.Lovers stroll, hold hands.Seabirds wheeling high, reach for the towering crags,swoop to foaming surf.gone the summer throng,stretches the endless gold sand, Sea air fills my lungs.Atlantic rollers curve,white foam caresses the rocks –Telling me “I’m home.”

A Cornishman’s Alphabet After Phillip Gross by Alan Murton

An Alturnun Academic Arguing Attic ArtsBodmin Bully-Boys Booking Beds for bards.Cool Chaps from Camborne Catching the Coach for Brittany…Deacons from Doublebois Drowning their own litany…Emmet Educationalists, Error-prone & ill at Ease….Four Fraddon Farmers Finding Freedom From the Freeze…Great Granite Gargoyles Grinning from Grey halls…Herring Huers from Hayle Hollering ” Handsome Hauls…”.Island artists from St Ives […]

Out & About 25th May 2020 by Terry Harry

Beautiful weather again today, quite a few people all out. Nearly all of them being sensible and socially distancing. Yet again I was the only one wearing a mask.