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 (...Read full memory)

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 (...Read full memory)