Sundays

A Memory of Helston.

This is the view which I use to see on Sunday mornings when my father and I would walk from the top of Maneauge Street along Bullock Lane to the back entrance of the Blue Anchor. I was allowed to play skittles with the landlord's sons whilst father had a few drinks. After we would walk home not forgetting my jar of barm from the top of the brew, I had one spoonful every morning. It was suppose to stop you from getting a spotty face and also kept your bowels open.