Discovering Cornish Hulls by Michael Tangye in 1994
I had heard of the dark and mysterious chambers penetrating deeply into the hillsides of the Carnmenellis granite area, which lies between Redruth and Helston.
Category: Yesteryear
Strange & Ghostly Cornish Tales by Pat Robins
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
Scilly The Way It Was The Bishop by Steve Ottery in 1995
For 150 years the light from the Bishop Rock lighthouse has warned the mariners to steer clear of the rocks or “fangs of Scilly”. The
Lostwithiel a Royalist Victory August – September 1644 by Blaze Redgrave in 1996
It was the siege of Lyme (now Lyme Regis) by a Royalist army under Prince Maurice that caused the Earl of Essex to set off
More Than Just a Mine by Allen Buckley in 1995
When articles or books are written about the history of a Cornish mine or some aspect of Cornish mining, the subject matter mostly concerns the
South Crofty’s New Access Shaft by Allen Buckley in 1995
Robinsons Shaft is extremely old. It was started in the late eighteenth century and was down to the 36th fathom level by the early years
Tales of Old Cornwall – The Tale Of The Boscastle Pigs by Stewart Murphy
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,
The West Cornwall Railway by Michael Tangye
The steam trains of the Great Western Railway are now very much a feature of the past. Memories linger of snug compartments featuring elongated sepia
Hawker of Morwenstow by Marjorie Lawrey
It has often been said that the Church of England is rich in eccentrics, and one of these must surely have been Robert Stephen Hawker,
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
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
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
“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
Family Memories of Porthgwarra by Christine Gendall
My father’s family fished out of Porthgwarra, near Land’s End, for at least three generations and they knew that area of cliffs, rocks, tides, and