Beyond the Beauty: Tales of Cornwall

Helston and Loe Pool

Everyone knows that Cornwall is a place of beauty, magical coves and a sub-tropical climate – [beware this last bit, think warm and wet jungle rather than lying on a beach sipping cocktails!]  But Cornwall also has a very proud history and heritage that is also well worth exploring….not to mention a bucket load of myths and legends!

I was born and raised in the small market town of Helston, ‘gateway’ to The Lizard Peninsula.  It’s a modest town with a rich history.  Maybe you’ve heard of the Floral Dance?  Yep, that Helston.  For those who don’t know, Helston is ‘famous’ for it’s welcoming of Spring festival known as Flora Day.  Adults and children alike take part in several formal dances through the streets during the day, led out by the band playing the Floral Dance tune (made famous by Terry Wogan back in the day!!).  The dancers dress up, the spectators line the streets, the band take a deep breath, and away we go from around 7am in the morning until the pubs shut in the evening.  Street performers re-enact tales of good versus evil whilst waving branches of greenery and sycamore in the Hal-an-Tow, too many pints of the local ale Spingo are consumed, and general mayhem and merriment flows through the fair. 

I digress, this blog post is about some of the lesser known tales of Helston, or rather of it’s nearby fresh water lake, Loe Pool. At the bottom of the town of Helston, there is a walk that joins the town to Porthleven on the coast.  The area is known as Penrose and passes alongside Loe Pool before going out to the coast – with the coastal side culminating in a sand bar.  Loe Pool has a circumference of around 8 miles and is the largest natural lake in Cornwall.  It is home to loads of wildlife and is a popular local beauty spot with walkers, runners and cyclists. 

But it is also packed full of local legends, including the sinister tale that the pool claims a life every 7 years.  I remember being fascinated (and a little scared) by this as a teenager and, unfortunately, there have been quite a number of drownings both accidental and suicidal in and around the pool over the years. Some of these can be attributed to the particularly treacherous section of sea at the sand bar and, despite warning signs on the beach, do continue to happen.

The Pool is said to have had a plane crash into it with the loss of two airmen, and there are tales that a Spanish galleon laden with coins was thrown into the pool over the sand bar in a particularly ferocious storm, but, to be honest, there’s barely a beach on this coast that doesn’t have a similar story of Spanish gold attached to it!  It has also been suggested that the Barnes-Wallace bouncing bomb was tested on the Pool too, although I’m not sure there’s any actual evidence of this.

To bring us back to Helston, Flora Day, and more specifically, the Hal-An-Tow, we need to mention that mythical mainstay, the dragon.  It is fabled that the tradition of Hal-An-Tow began with a dragon.  The people of Helston (known as Helstonians) were one day alarmed to see a dragon flying towards their town (well, you would be, wouldn’t you!) breathing fire and threatening to burn them all to a crisp.  In an attempt to escape the fiery beast, they ran towards the surrounding countryside, and as luck would have it, the dragon plopped itself into Loe Pool and extinguished his fire. Phew!

As you can probably tell from this snapshot, there is no shortage of myths and legends in this area.  Watch this space, I’ll be adding to this taster in the future.

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Hello Autumn (farewell summer)

I LOVE Autumn.

It’s my favourite season, plus it’s the best season for getting great photos – the golden leaves, the crispy grass, fabulous light for portraits and backlit shots for a much larger part of the day. Those colours – WOW.

“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” – John Keats

So, I am very much looking forward to getting out and grabbing a few Autumnal photos very soon.

For now, I’m looking back at some of my summer memories, and I took A LOT of photos!

Plenty were taken at home – home schooling, nature in the garden, water fights – all capturing wonderful memories during a weird time. And there were many nature walks…

And eventually, I got to go home to Cornwall and get some photos of the beach. I am currently working my way through them – there are a lot to edit! Here are some of my favourites so far…

So farewell Summer and hello Autumn. I’d better get the rest of my photos sorted before I take a load more through the next few weeks!

Have fun, stay safe,

Clare x

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Emotional return home to Cornwall

We finally got to go to Cornwall to see my family last week.  This was our very delayed Easter break, I guess, but we got there! The global pandemic may have screwed up everyone’s plans, but to finally be able to see my family was fantastic.

Porthleven beach

Cornwall is still home. I may live my everyday 100s of miles away, but Cornwall is still home.  And Cornwall provided! Quiet coves, rocks to climb, the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore, rock pools, pretty stones, limpets, anemones, shells, plenty of photo opportunities, and food for the soul.

Porthleven harbour

Seeing my family was lovely and we had a brilliant time, but it’s a weird feeling when you’re physically distancing from your sister because she’s not in your social bubble! We wore masks when in the car together! Aside from the ‘interesting times’ we’re living in, it was a pretty perfect visit. We found coves and walks we’d never been to before, the weather was pretty perfect for exploring (not too hot, not blown into the sea by the wind 😂), and we  avoided the busy tourist areas. In short, we had one of our best mini breaks down there, despite it being the bonkers year that is 2020!

Me looking for the next photo!

It’s always a wrench leaving home. Not just leaving my family, but leaving the sea, the sand, the sea air, that freshness that only sea air can provide. That sense of history from a childhood growing up there, the memories that make me smile or give me a twang of pain. The friends that I rarely see, but still love dearly. The waves crashing on the shore etc etc.

But I’m so grateful that I got a few days at home at this time. And I do feel refreshed from it.   Oh yeah, and I did find that “Paris pigeon” photo I talked about in my last blog post – and it’s a whole lot worse than my memory of it 😂

So where’s home for you and what do you love about it?

And let me know if you want to see the Paris pigeon, it’s not art, but it’s a wonderful memory.

Stay safe

Clare x