The Church at Veryan, Cornwall: St. Symphorian

A while back I wrote a post about the round Cottages At Veryan, Cornwall - Built To Keep The Devil Away but I didn't mention the village church. So today's post is on Veryan's St. Symphorian church.

The first thing we did was to look at the visitors book and found it amusing that the previous three surnames were Black, White and Brown!

The church dates back to at least the 13th century but it is generally believed that a church has been on this spot for much longer than this. The village itself was mentioned in the Domesday Book of 1086 but was then called Elerchi - which is derived from the Cornish language meaning 'swan'.

The font is of a Norman design but may be a medieval copy.

The font has a carved head on each corner.

The photo below shows some of the impressive roof timbers, many of the carved rafters are thought to be part of the original roof.

The Veryan church adopted St. Symphorian as its patron back in 1281.

According to legend St. Symphorian studied at Autun in France but got into a bit of bother. It seems that he fell out with the local governor, Heraclius, as he refused to worship the pagan goddess Cybele and even tried to destroy the goddess's statue. He was arrested and flogged but stuck to his principles and was finally beheaded on the 22nd of August in the year 178. The date is celebrated every year as St. Symphorian's feast day.

The photo above is of the village stocks resting against the church outside wall. This is how they would have been used ...

Near to the church is a village pond, probably an old mill pond. From here it's possible to walk across country to Cornwall's coast.

It's The Year 6019 at the Masonic Hall in Cornwall

While wandering around St.Austell, Cornwall I remembered the Masonic Hall and snapped a few quick photos. The Hall was built in the year 5900 as can be seen in the photo below. Yes 5900!

The date is also shown below.

AL stands for 'Anno Lucis' and when translated from the Latin means 'Year of Light'. This is a calendar often used by Freemasons. 

As I understand this, the Year of Light refers to Genesis in the Bible where God said, "Let there be light." Creationists and many old Bibles give this as happening in the year 4004 BC but the Mason's calendar places the 'event' at the year 4000 BC, which ties in with the often quoted theory that Jesus was actually born in 3 or 4 AD.

Whatever the reason AL is 4000 years different to the calendar popularly used today, so we are now in 6019 AL. 

The hall is of the Mark Master Masons.

The Mark Master Masons have been on record since 1756 when a 'brother' was first mentioned as being made a Mark Mason at the Newcastle Masonic Lodge.

As with Freemasons the Mark Masons have various degrees

So why would anyone want this Mark Master Mason's degree? On literature I have seen they give three reasons.

"Firstly, it greatly enhances his knowledge of Craft Masonry. Secondly, it teaches, in a delightful way, many important practical lessons about life. Thirdly, it gives a greater appreciation of the Royal Arch and provides an essential qualification to other Orders of Masonry."

The Impossible Pie and Gemstone From Beyond The Grave

A different sort of post today. We visited the church in St.Stephen-in-Brannel, Cornwall (photo at the bottom of the post) to visit the grave of someone special to us. This got me thinking also of my mother and brought back a memory.

When my mother died we came across an old case filled with all sorts of paper bits and pieces she had collected over many years.

One of the slips of paper was the one shown above - a recipe for Impossible Pie. I'd never heard of or seen such a pie previously, but perhaps it is known in other countries.

One of the things mum often said, when I was a child was that, "It's only impossible when you are dead." This would have been when I was moaning about having to do something or other which appeared difficult.

Another saying of hers were words to the effect that everything would work out okay and would fall into place at the right time. Of course, as a child and even a teen, this never seemed realistic.

But mothers know best. Okay, perhaps only some of the time, but like the Impossible Pie things do fall into place in life - if we follow the 'recipe'. It's also true that nothing is impossible.

The first time I read the recipe it felt like a message from my mum.

Just in case you can't read the recipe, here it is again:

Impossible Pie
Needed
4 eggs
1/4 cup margarine
1 cup white sugar
1/2 cup flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
2 cups milk
1 cup coconut
1 teaspoon vanilla
Place all ingredients in blender at one time and blend until mixed together. Pour into a buttered 10" pie dish. Bake in a 350 degree oven for 1 hour. When done, crust will be on bottom, custard in the middle, and coconut on top - right where they belong!

After I had parked the car at St.Stephen-in-Brannel as I stepped out, the first thing I saw was this beautiful, smooth polished stone on the ground. Messages from beyond the grave? Who knows!

Old Cornish Ghost Story From 1800's

Another traditional story today from an old book, about 1860, written by Robert Hunt and originally titled: 'The drolls, traditions and superstitions of old Cornwall'. I have copied the ghostly story as it was originally written - so hope you can understand the wording okay. Here goes:

James Berryman said, 'Fa-ther took a house doun to Lelant, whear we lived for a bra' bit.

Very often, after I ben in bed, our cat wud tear up, coover its ars like a ma-aged thing, jump uppon the bed and dig her ould head under the clothes, as if she wud git doun to the bottom, and jest after, a man's face with a light around un wud cum in; 'twas ha-af a face like, and it wud stop at the bottom of the bed.

I've seen it many times; and fa-ther, though he didn't say nothing, was glad enough to leave the place.

I was tould that the house belonged to an ould man, and that two rich gentleman, brothers, that lived close by, wanted the place and put on law, and got the place from the poor ould man. When they war goin' to turn un out, the poor fellow stopped and looked round crying, and then fell down in a fit, was put to bed, and died in the house ... and 'twas he, they said, that used to come back.

Other stories:

Bodmin Jail and a Hanging Watched by 25,000 People 

A Story of Superstition From Old Cornwall - The White Hare

Who or What are Cornish Knockers?

Walking Through The Lost Gardens of Heligan, Cornwall

In a recent blog post I mentioned that The Lost Gardens of Heligan had been Voted UKs Top Visitor Garden. I think one of the reasons is that there is always something different to view as the seasons change. Today's photos were all taken on  in October.

The Giant's Head, as in the photo above, is found in Heligan's woodland walk along with the Mud Maid.

Below is an entrance to one of the formal gardens but ...

… on our visit we headed for the green fields. Wet underfoot but the sky was doing its best to brighten the way.

Looking across the fields the rain has made them a lovely shade of green.

In an adjoining field an old fashioned hay wagon can be seen. This is still all part of Heligan.

Moving on we come to the jungle.

After all of the rain and dampness it's a good time to spot various fungi. The display below looks like the head of some sort of cattle - or perhaps that's just my imagination.

The palm tree below is losing some of it's outer covering.

Flowers at last, though dotted with raindrops.

More like a woodland walk now ...

… with a path leading through the trees.

The pathway meanders by the some ferns.

Then a display of flowers, good to see in October.

And finally, passing by one of the greenhouses I noticed the staff had made a small display inside. 

That's the end of our walk, but we have only covered a very small part of The Lost Gardens of Heligan's 200 acres.

To see many more photos of the Lost Gardens of Heligan just enter 'Heligan' into the search box at the top of this blog to the right.

Carlyon Bay, Cornwall: Sand, Sea and Cliffs

It had been a rough morning weather-wise. When the rain stopped we decided to have a quick walk along the beach at Carlyon Bay to blow the cobwebs away.

The sky gradually improved so I snapped a few quick photos - nothing too special. Not like the time we had a meeting with barrel jellyfish.

Not many people about. The rusty looking fence, to the left of the photo above, is part of the supposed redevelopment of Carlyon Bay. There are plans to build a beachside village here - but this has been said for many, many years. Details of the proposed development can be seen here. I'll believe it when I see it!

At the back of the beach are cliffs - it's quite pleasant walking along the coastal path at the top of the cliffs.

As the weather had been a bit rough there was a line of seaweed and shells on the seashore.

I was hoping to find treasure rather than sea shells - but, as usual - we took a few shells home.

The photo below may seem a bit strange but a river of water runs across the beach from the cliffs and cuts its own path across the sand. Somehow any developers would have to solve this problem.

Another view of the cliffs. Oh, and if you walk to the far end of the beach in the summer months beware of nudists!

Walking From Ready Money Cove, Fowey to Gribbin Head, Cornwall

Today's post continues walking from St. Catherine's Castle, near Ready Money Cove, Fowey towards Gribbin Head - shown in the photo above.

On leaving the castle I looked back at Dawn French's £3,000,000 mansion on the cliffs at Ready Money cove - to the left of the photo. For overseas readers Dawn is a well known actress, writer, comedian and presenter in the UK. A lovely spot to have a house.

The Fowey River is also in view.

I passed through Covington Woods without realising I had done so.

The initial coastal path is along the cliff tops. A strange thing is that, on my complete walk, I only saw two other people - which was quite nice!

There are a few coves on the route to scramble down if so inclined.

Otherwise the coastal path continues with quite a few ups and downs. The cove shown is Coombe Haven.

Part of the coastal path is looked after by the National Trust.

The countryside changes with green fields, at their best because of all the recent rain.

Gribbin Head comes into view. The red and white striped daymark can just be seen, on the skyline, towards the right of the photo below.

The path continues along the cliff tops to Gribbin Head and some of my favourite countryside.

The final hill to Gribbin Head.

Of course walking such a path normally means having to either retrace your steps back to the start, or having someone pick you up at your destination. Whatever, it's a lovely walk.