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Trelill maps
Historic maps of Trelill and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Trelill maps
Trelill photos
We have no photos of Trelill, although we do have photos of these nearby places:
St Teath| St Tudy| Port Gaverne| St Endellion| Port Isaac| Tregardock| Pont| Lanteglos| Delabole| Egloshayle| Port Quin| Trebarwith| Wadebridge| Camelford| St Minver| Tintagel| St Breock
Trelill area books
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Memories of Trelill
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Trelill
So I am the first person to write their memories of Trelill... not really a wonder because I dont suppose all that many people have heard of the village. It isnt the center of the world is it, but to me it is one of the most beautiful places in England as it is so quiet and peaceful. I have a lot of memories of the place, although I lived in Rutland for a part of my life, Trelill has a special meaning to me. When my parents retired at first they moved to Padstow where they moved into my grandparents house, but after a while they got fed up of town life and searched for a quieter place to live and they found a bungalow in Trelill, so that meant that when we visited them we came to the village (I now live in the middle of Europe). We went on lovely walks around the village, and visiting the surrounding area. After a while when my parents got older... Read more
Cornwall memories
Annual Jaunt to Visit Relations
I returned 2 years ago and found an old recluse who remembered the folks, but the village is still recognisable. Every Good Friday it was a ritual to leave Noss Mayo in Devon early in the morning down to a little hamlet called Scarcewater off the St Stephens in Brannel to Fraddon road. Uncle Jim Carhart would be sat in his rocking chair, and Aunt Emma would have the pasties ready. Then on to St Tudy to see Uncle Jim Carhart who lived in the Post Office with his family. He used to make working models of fairgrounds. His sister, Aunt Emily, lived just up the road in an end cottage with her large family. Then to St Kew Highway to see an old Uncle Marcina, who kept bees. My paternal grandmother was another sister called Alma Carhart and married William Henry Hockaday of Noss Mayo, Devon, had 2 children, Mabel and Ralph. I remember at Scarcewater Aunt Emma and Uncle Jim raised their grandson called Morley, who I last... Read more
St Endellion Church
In this old and wonderful church I was baptised, went to Sunday school and was confirmed, and every time I enter it I am in awe and feel my ancesters all around me. Being born and brought up in Trelights, my mother was a Brown and the Browns were the village carpenters with a workshop in the heart of the village, it's still there but now converted into a cottage but still roughly the same shape.
My great-grandfather, his son (my grandfather) and his boys (my uncles) were all involved with St Endellion church, putting in new pews, but using the old carved pew ends, was one of the bigger jobs they did. One of my uncles carved some of the bosses on the ends of the roof beams. I'm now retired but have been asked to do several repair jobs for the church since leaving full time work, when working in the empty church one feels that God is all around you and watching to make sure you... Read more
St.Endellion
I lived for many years at St. Endellion, and have many memories of the church, I was told that my father, Donald Strout, as a boy used to take water for the church boiler to the boiler house. He was born in the 1920s. As a child I can remember being in the Sunday School plays at Christmas. I also remember the wonderful garden fetes in the rectory garden when we kids all used to wear fancy dress. I have a wonderful painting of the church which my parents gave me for my 40th birthday.
Visiting in The 90's
I loved Port Isaac from the first time of seeing, which would have been early 1990's. Since then I have been several times when visiting Cornwall - not so easy when living as I do in Australia.
Out With my Ganny
This hill holds many memories for me, I have walked up and down this hill many times since I was a child. I was born in the village of Port Isaac and as a child I would run, walk and skip up and down Church Hill. I have a picture of my granny holding me in her arms outside the house on the left, and we used to sit on the step for a break before climbing up the very steep hill to the hotel at the top of the hill then called "HOMER PARK HOTEL, and we used to ride the horses that belonged to the hotel.
Growing up (Miss Patricia May)
My memory is my first day of school. I hated it - all I wanted to do was go home, I did not want stay there.
My family lived in Port Isaac all my life and generations before us. Myself and my sister were very happy in this quiet little village and my dad was a local village person and so were his parents before him.
My sister and myself were born in Temple Bar next door to the old bakery, I can still smell the bread cooking in the mornings.
