
CHANCE ENCOUNTER by Les Rendell
Where be ‘ee goin’ to, me ‘ansome?Ted’n often I see ‘ee round ‘ere,Why ’tis more’n sennight I saw ‘eeOff down to the kiddley for beer.
Where be ‘ee goin’ to, me ‘ansome?Ted’n often I see ‘ee round ‘ere,Why ’tis more’n sennight I saw ‘eeOff down to the kiddley for beer.
John Polgreen were hardly a shammickAn’ a pattic would do ‘en bit shortBut drulgy he was an’ a drunkardAn’ oftimes he landed in court. Mazed
I bin Trurra day furr bit shoppun. Tha plaace wuz boilun with people yewd think twuz Cow day. Mind, I da reckon tha shops in
Launder – Guttering. Grushunns – The dregs especially tea leaves. Wisht uz a winnurd – Feeling and looking ill, miserable. Winnard is a bird like
Years ago, long before the arrival of radio or TV, Cornish folk often entertained each other by telling a tale. On dark, cold winter nights
There is one name that appears more often than any other when tales of old Cornwall are told. That is the famous Vicar of Morwenstow,
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
Donkey shays were a means of transport for many Cornish years ago; miners, especially, used them to get to their work each day. It was
I see that English Heritage is giving grants of £100 to some who wish to restore their old privvy in the back garden to its
The first time I met Walter he was in a terrible rage, his eyes gleaming redly in the light of my cap lamp like some