Introduction – 1 Childhood Memories

My Dream of Living in Cornwall – A Spiritual Journey

I have heard many stories and met others who feel a connection with Cornwall. Some are attracted through a spiritual connection; others fall in love with the landscape, the wild sea, the historical buildings and sacred sites.

In the following chapters I will tell you about my lifelong connection with Cornwall. It includes my spiritual and magical journey, the move to Cornwall and the life that followed.

(There are many false rumours circulating about my past by detractors in order to discredit my work and affect my social life. Reading my story will enlighten the reader on what actually happened.)

Childhood Memories

My first visit to Cornwall was at five years of age. It was the first time my parents had undertaken a three hundred mile journey for a vacation. My father owned a three wheel car that was cream in colour with a blue roof. I thought my parents rather adventurous to tackle such a long journey in a small car and it was terribly exciting. My mother had emotional issues and maybe the urgency to visit Cornwall could have been linked to some kind of healing she thought it may bring her.

Just how my parents managed to fit everything into this car puzzles me on reflection. I sat in the back with my sixteen year old brother and three year old sister and my parents were in front. The family alone was enough to fill the car and the storage compartment contained all our luggage for a fourteen day vacation!

Image - Motorgifts

Image – Motorgifts

My father travelled overnight. but I was too excited to sleep and also concerned about him tiring. I thought conversing with him would help him stay awake as it took twelve hours to travel to Cornwall including short breaks during the journey.

Ready Money Cove

Ready Money Cove

We arrived in Fowey at approximately 6am. My father parked the car by the beach at Ready Money Cove. I fell asleep during the last part of the journey and awoke to the wonderful smell of the sea air, the seaweed and cries of the seagulls.

Fowey Guest House

Fowey Guest House

We had arranged to stay in a top floor flat of a guest house. A Spanish woman resided there with her family. My mother is an avid admirer of beautiful women and adored the Spanish attire and their culture. I had an Aunt that would visit Spain every year for her vacation and returned with gifts of postcards picturing women in traditional dress, also dolls, lacy fans and castanets. My mother purchased oil paints and attempted to paint white Spanish villas surrounded by palm trees. Even now when I smell oil paints it evokes memories of this.

The guest house overlooked Fowey harbour. Polruan was on the other side of the harbour which my mother referred to as “pretty little Polruan” as she adored the scenery.

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The steep Cornish hills caused our family car to over-heat and my father and teenage brother had to push it up the steeper hills. My parents enjoyed the beaches and sunbathing. I would watch my father swim in the sea while my sister and I played in the shallow sea water and climbed the rocks. My happiest memories were our Cornwall vacations as it provided an escape into ‘another world’. I was raised within a strict Christian religion that did not offer freedom of expression and limited association with the outside world.  We were required to stand apart from the world and my family did not celebrate birthdays, Christmas, Easter, Mother’s Day and Mayday to name a few.  Childhood could be rather unpleasant at times within this situation.

We visited Fowey, Par or Mevagissey during our yearly holidays. My father eventually purchased a four berth caravan and a larger car and on some of our first vacations we stayed at Penhale Farm campsite near Fowey. I awoke during the early misty mornings to the sound of the farmer’s knock at the door selling fresh milk and he spoke to my parents with his strong Cornish accent which I found comforting. Even now when I hear local residents speak it evokes those memories.

Penhale Farm

Penhale Farm

 

My family attended the local church in Fowey as even though we were on vacation they would still attend their weekly meetings. They entered this religion about four years before my birth, just after my brother who had severe autism was taken to a residential home at 6 years of age. My mother was understandably devastated to be separated from her small son and soon after this happened a member of the church called on her and seemed to answer questions she had about life and they reassured her that one day he would be cured.

Home of the Twin Sisters

Former Home of the Twin Sisters

We attended the church in Fowey where we met two lovely Cornish ladies. They were non identical twin sisters who invited us to their home for tea after the church meeting. They were tall, well built women, one wore green scarves and cardigans with her light brown hair pinned up in a ‘bun’. Her sister wore red scarves and cardigans and had darker hair in the same style. One of the sisters worked as a cook for the residents of Fowey Castle.

Fowey Place Castle. Image - Francis Frith

Fowey Place Castle.
Image – Francis Frith

She baked delicious cakes and her lemon buns were a favourite of my father. These lively ladies were enthusiastic card players as was my father and they enjoyed regular games of partner whist. The evenings we spent with them were full of fun and laughter. Their home had many interesting objects and ornaments especially in the kitchen/diner. The walls were painted yellow, their cupboards, dining table and chairs were red. On the far wall was a painted illustration in red of a woman cooking upon a stove. The quote above it read “No matter where I serve my guests, it seems they like my kitchen best!”

I purchased an embroidered picture of this just before my move to Cornwall from a bric a brac sale in the nearby village hall in Kent. This picture now hangs in the kitchen of the Cornish cottage where I live and evokes beautiful memories of those wonderful ladies.

Image - Etsy

Image – Etsy

We visited the sisters each year. One was widowed and spoke about her son and granddaughter. She had a natural rapport with children and would recite amusing stories and Cornish rhymes. A riddle I remember was: “Long legs, crooked thighs, little head and no eyes!”  She promised to reveal the answer on our return the following year and we then discovered that the riddle was about fire tongs! The other twin sister was single and had no children and could not  relate to us as well as her sister and had strict views on how children were to behave. She assumed that little children were well behaved, but I am sure my sister and I changed her opinion! Each year as we left to travel home the sisters stood in the lane leading out of Fowey waving both arms until the car was out of sight. We loved them dearly and I begged my parents to move to Cornwall, but even though they considered it, it would mean moving away from their relatives and other commitments.

My mother created a ‘Cornish shrine’ at home. She attached a large postcard of Polperro harbour to the wall with adhesive and created a small ‘window’ with a windowsill and small curtains attached to it. Even though it was a simple rustic creation, I understood her interpretation. I sat at the table in our kitchen/ diner and imagined I could see the real Cornish harbour through the ‘window’. Another part of the shrine had a ship’s wheel barometer on the wall with black fishing net draped around it and I remembered the smell of tar when she first purchased the net. Other small picture postcards of  Cornish scenery were also attached to the wall and the surface of our dining room sideboard displayed ornaments and shells we collected each year. My father was concerned about the car carrying extra weight as my mother filled her bags with stones and shells! She would not purchase ornamental Piskies and we were instructed not to look at them as they were evil spirits. This aroused my curiosity, but I respected her wishes.

White House Beach, Fowey

White House Beach, Fowey

My favourite place was White House Beach in Fowey. Ready Money Cove was the first beach I explored, but the experience of being swept off a rock by a huge wave and stung by a wasp; caused me to avoid it for a while. The sea spirits there had a wicked sense of humour! My father attempted to teach us to swim and my sister was lost under the water for a few minutes after she wriggled out of his arms! A diving board at Whitehouse beach protruded over the rocks and was an ideal spot to lie face down and gaze into the clear water. At low tide I climbed the rocks hunting for interesting stones and shells within the rock pools. I favoured the shells that were coated with mother of pearl and was fascinated by the tiny creatures that inhabited them. My yearly holidays were wonderful times that included many amusing experiences with family members, friends and childhood sweethearts.

My maternal grandmother and uncle accompanied us on one of our holidays when I was thirteen years of age and she was concerned about leaving her elderly tabby cat. They had a very close relationship as the cat slept upon her bed and sang as she purred. My aunt recommended a kennel and assured my grandmother her cat would be well cared for.

Fowey Guest House

Fowey Guest House

We stayed at a guest house in Fowey during this holiday. My grandmother was mischievous and it amused her to read the risqué cartoon postcards in the shops. We were instructed to avoid  those and my father scolded my grandmother who took no note and she entered the male public lavatories by mistake too but thought it amusing. My sister and I shared a room with my grandmother in the guest house.  At night she would recite naughty rhymes and we spent the first few hours of each night laughing loudly. It was wonderful to have a mischievous grandmother especially when my parents were strict. She danced for us in the bedroom and could raise her feet higher than her head. We were impressed she could accomplish this at seventy three years of age. My uncle lived with my grandmother, but would have loved a wife and family of his own. He could not leave her and treated me as his daughter which meant we were very close.

Half way through our holiday, my grandmother asked my father to contact her daughters for news of her cat. We were outside the telephone kiosk awaiting the news and then my father spoke quietly with my uncle who then visited the nearby public house and purchased a miniature bottle of brandy. I discovered that her cat had passed away and there was a family discussion on whether or not my grandmother should be told as this news would spoil the holiday for her. They decided to postpone the news until we had returned home. The homeward journey was difficult for all concerned, as all she could talk about was her reunion with her cat.

My grandmother did not approve of my father at first, but after her holiday she praised him and declared he was her best son in law!  The news of her cat devastated her, but days later she seemed to recover and move on with her life. Two weeks after our holiday,  my grandmother woke early in the morning and dutifully carried out her chores.  My uncle entered the room later that morning and thought at first she was sleeping, but my grandmother had suddenly passed away as her heart had stopped. Some thought her cat was the cause as they were inseparable. The positive outcome of this was that my grandmother had recently enjoyed a wonderful vacation and it was the only one she had.

My piano teacher and her daughter accompanied us on two of our vacations to Cornwall. The journeys included songs from musicals as the daughter knew many of them. My piano teacher had a wicked sense of humor and our nights together in a large static caravan resulted in many hilarious experiences that I will never forget!

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