Day 12 to Day 19
05.02.2013 - 12.02.2013 5 °C
Sorry for the delay with a post everyone, have been without free Wi-Fi for a week and you know Leah and I, short pockets.
This entry is all about our trip to Cornwall which is in south west England. Our first stop was Clowance Country Estate in Praze-an-Beeble a tiny town south of Camborne. Here we spent 4 nights in an A-frame log cabin. It was very big and we had the place to ourselves which was very nice for a change. From here we did a day trip to Lands End stopping off at Penzance and St Just on the way. Penzance had no theatrical pirates to my disappointment; however, it was funny to notice a sign advertising the Penzance Amateur Operatic Society’s new show, The Mikado. Then it was on to St Just. Researching the family tree it was here that Rein’s Grandmothers Mothers family came from. As many as 5 generations were born and raised in and around St Just. It was a very well laid out town neither too big nor too small. It had a butcher, a baker and of course a fish and chip shop along with 3 pubs around the town centre.
At Lands End everything was closed. Most things are this time of year; however, Lands End was open on reduced hours and we arrived there just outside of those hours. It was no drama. I was impressed with the views of the low winter sun in the afternoon sky while Leah just complained of being cold and worried about being blown off the cliff.
After our stay at Clowance it was off to Golant, a short trip north but we had many stops along the extended journey. Our first 2 being Stithians and Gwennap to see where Leah’s distant family had come from. Then we made a our way through the back country around the main towns and back again through meadows and forests until we made it to St Michaels Penkivel. A very tiny town (no pub) that backs onto Tregothian Estate, which once housed Leah’s ancestors. Strange and unfortunate it was closed on a Saturday, but with no signs to stop us we had a look around. Later a cook caught up to us and explained it was closed and was private property. She did it in a nice manner so I didn’t pull her up on the descendant she was addressing.
Back in the car and it was onto Goran, a town neither on our map nor that big on Google maps, but a decent size compared to the others we had driven through. This was where Rein’s Grandfather’s father’s mother’s mother's family had come from. Records show that 7 generations were from Gorran with the first birth listed about 1610.
At the end of our family search we had covered 5 small Parish’s with grave yards attached. Unfortunately we found no one in our direct line, many of the grave stones had worn out over the years. We did come across possible extended family which was good enough to suffice our genealogy ambitions.
We then made our way to Golant, via Mevagissey, a seaside town with a busy harbour. It was here we stopped and had our first Cornish ale.
Our time at Golant was to be restful but the manager of the Hostel gave us some great local hang out advice. We went and spent half a day at Fowey (pronounced Foi) another seaside town with a busy harbour. Its narrow streets were full of great little shops and its pub was very busy for a Monday lunch.
The day before we had gone to Lostwithel and had our own little antiques roadshow. The town was lovely but closed (as it was a Sunday) and the only thing opened was the antiques fair. Here we spent an hour roaming around the little stalls full of things from the local collectors. It was here we picked up our newest member of our trip. An English Teddy bear (Rein and I had toyed with the idea of a Mascot and when Rein saw him he was hooked). I asked the lady at the stall if he had a name but he was nameless so we called him Henry. Henry will be part of our Adventure now so you will see a lot of him.
We then left Golant and Cornwall and drove up to Salisbury. Maybe there we can rest a little.
Leah, Rein and Henry