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Lansallos maps
Historic maps of Lansallos and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Lansallos maps
Lansallos photos
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Polperro| Pelynt| Talland Bay| Lanreath| Bodinnick| Polruan| Fowey| Lerryn| Golant| Looe| Duloe| Sandplace| Pridmouth| St Winnow| Menabilly| Polkerris| Morval| Tywardreath| Lostwithiel| Restormel
Lansallos area books
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Cornwall memories
My Grandmothers Memories
My great-grandfather and g.grandmother lived and worked at The Pilchards Inn, they had three children my grandmother used to tell me about how they kept chickens and ducks in the garden and how she met Daphne Du'Maurier and Alfred Hitchcock whilst in cornwall making a film, thats not bad for passing trade! I cant wait to visit Polperro and sit a while in The Pilchards Inn to remember my wonderful grandmother in a place that was very close to her heart.
The Three Pilchards
You are probably referring to the "Three Pilchards" pub and this photo is not that pub. It is a house a little further up from the pub. Your picture is that of a house. The Three Pilchards (which is still a pub) was for a number of years in the 1990s in the ownership of my close family.
Summer Fete
I remember visiting Trelawne House during the annual fete, in what I assume must have been the summer as it was warm and the sun was shining. There were copious amounts of cakes and cream teas with a never-ending supply of tea on tap, served in cups with handles through which you could never fit your finger! I seem to remember spending hours, well at least minutes, in trying to hook ducks out of a paddling pool. I was only 9 at the time and haven't had a chance to revisit the house since I left with my family early in 1989.
Winkle Picker
The Winkle Picker was nothing to do with picking winkles as some may think! The shop was owned jointly between Miss Joan Winkle and Miss Joanne Pickering, who also owned the Grey House in west street, and latterly the dinghy club that changed its name to the waterfront club just down the steps from the Grey House. Their nephew Philip Pickering was a good friend of mine for many years growing up in the village.
WONDERFUL MEMORIES.
I have wonderful memories of Fowey, as a teenager I used to go and stay with a lovely lady in a cottage leading down to the centre. She had a son and daughter but I think they had left home, one to go nursing and the other in the Navy. I remember how the ships used to come into Fowey for the china clay, and the young crew used to come on to the beach with tins of fruit, and all manner of goodies. Being in my teens at that time, I managed to find myself a pen pal, named OKNINE MEYER, from Tel Aviv, strange how I should remember that name after so many years, when I can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday! Of course like so many other things, time goes by and one loses contact, sadly. Two years ago my daughter asked me where I would like to go as she had a few days free before going to... Read more
Holiday Memory
In the previous two years we'd had our holiday in South Devon, but in 1958, for some reason, my father decided we would stay in Lerryn, & booked himself, mother & I into a B&B (possibly The Old Forge?) by the river. I was 11 at the time, & it was decided that my older brother would stay at home in London & look after the dog & two cats, so I was going to be on holiday for the first time without him to keep me out of trouble!
We had a motorbike & sidecar, and when the long journey was nearly over, (no motorways then!) something went wrong with the bike's electrics, & the lights became very dim. I remember us peering at the old-type fingerboard road-signs in the gloom to see where we ought to be going. Eventually, we arrived in Lerryn at the dead of night, to find that the proprietors of the B&B had assumed we weren't coming, & had locked up & gone... Read more
Unchanged Lerryn
Lerryn is a place that one almost wants to keep secret so that it does not become a popular destination. It has barely changed in a hundred years.
A beautiful and unspoilt village in a steep sided valley, Lerryn lies at the tidal head of a tributary to the River Fowey.
A place to take gentle strolls through the National Trust's Ethy Wood, said to be the inspiration for Kenneth Grahame's "Tales of the Riverbank" and "Wind in the Willows". One almost expects to come across Mr Toad, Ratty and Mole lounging on the riverbank as we stop to watch a heron pick his leisurely way along the water's edge.
Returning the way we came we can cross to the village on the opposite bank, either by the narrow road bridge dating back to the sixteenth century or have fun crossing the shallow creek by way of the stepping stones. One false step and one could fall to an untimely... well, get wet and muddy... Read more
