Wednesday 9th March

By: Mike

 


A storm has got up in the night.  The surfers – already out before breakfast – are ‘lovin it’, but for us, it means no walking today.  That’s not the only thing.  I get a horrible attack of cramp when I try to get out of bed, and there are ominous twinges in my left knee.  Not the one I had surgery on – the other one.



Chris agrees to join a day of nostalgic exploration of the St Agnes area.  First stop is St Agnes Churchtown.  I go into the church to remember second daughter Kathy’s wedding, we identify where they lived in British Road, and Sue’s house in Polbreen Close.  We buy pasties at the St Agnes bakery, arguably the best in Cornwall, though I concede that there is competition for this title.

Then it’s off to St Allen.  This is a remote parish towards Truro.  My Great, great grandfather was the vicar here in the 1840s.  I hope to take photos.  It’s hard to find.  There is hardly even a village, but eventually we nose into the car park.  Surprisingly, the church is still just about functioning and it is unlocked.  I am able to photograph family graves and also monuments inside the church.  Interestingly, The Rev George Morris does not hail from the Cornish side of the family.  We will hear a lot about them if and when we get to Fowey.  We munch our pasties sitting in the car park, in the rain.  We go to Mount Hawke, and I get a photo of Sue’s family home, Trefalguan.








Photos from the top:  - St Agnes Parish church where Kathy and Tom were married
                                  - St Agnes hotel, where guests hung out after the ceremony while the happy couple                                      were having their photos taken
                                  - Plaque of my great great grandparents in the church at St Allen
                                   - St Allen church.  Not much changed since Rev. George Morris presided

On the way back we stop at The Miner’s Arms in Mithian.  It is closed and we can’t book for dinner, so we eat in at The Driftwood Spars.

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