Lerryn, Cornwall

Happy Days at Lerryn & St. Veep

As a 10 year old and London evacuee Lerryn became home for a while. First being billeted at a retired naval captain's house by the river near the bridge. His name I believe was Capt. Pippit or similar. He owned a small motor launch moored up the river which was great fun to play on. One day it  disappeared which later... [more]

Living in Lerryn

I have such fond memories of growing up in Lerryn during the 1960s, the school was such a pleasure to attend, Mr Sillitoe was headmaster. I can also remeber the regatta every year, it was such a treat to have the fair assembled along the riverbank with mud races in the river. I can even remember a dancing horse and other... [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... [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... [more]

Cornwall A Century Ago Photographic Memories

Set on one of the picturesque creeks branching off the Fowey estuary, Lerryn is seen at its best when the tide is high. At low tide there is nothing but mud in this creek. In the distance is the little 16th-century two-arched bridge.

Cornwall Memories

Lerryn must be one of the most perfect places on earth. It stands at the end of a narrow muddy creek, the haunt of the heron and kingfisher, that winds a course between luxuriant woodland. With its old cottages, stepping stones and ancient arched bridge, it possesses a unique, almost hypnotic serenity.

Cornwall County Memories

Here we see that the tide has surged up the River Fowey and has filled the broad, tree-lined River Lerryn. The beautiful village is thronged with visitors in summer, and the river full of small boats and canoes. In the winter, however, the creek is a brooding, atmospheric place, with the massed trees hanging heavily over the dark waters of the... [more]