BY ROGER WATSON I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of deadly daffodils I took my spade and dug them up In case they make the kiddies ill. I well recall the mass daffodil poisoning of children in the last century. Poorly educated in the ways of the … Continue reading Deadly Daftodils
BY DAVID EYLES For the last four years or so, We, the Great British Public, have been subjected to a storm of hysteria from the political, media and commentating classes. And then finally Brexit was all over (bar a few negotiations over trade) and the hysteria subsided into an occasional drizzle. At last the country prepared to draw a collective sigh of relief. And then … Continue reading Grandma Knows Best
BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN I’m ashamed to admit that I own a racist dog. Whenever my chocolate lab sees a black dog, he goes for it and tries to take a chunk out of it. Where we live there are no black dogs or any other dogs within miles so he can walk around off lead and there are never any problems. Whenever we go down … Continue reading Socialist Dog Walkers
Ingredients: Lime Juice (use half a lime) Dark Rum 50 ML Ginger Beer 75ML Cider 100ML Ice Lime Wedge (to serve) Instructions: Combine the lime juice, ginger beer and the rum on ice. Top with cider. Serve with a wedge of lime. Continue reading Cornish Shipwreck Cocktail
BY MANDY BALDWIN I was standing on a cliff-top in Bude, dressed in nothing but a silver skirt and flip-flops, only a set of bongo-drums between myself and indecency. The previous night, I’d murdered a man in a jealous frenzy while travelling on a steam-train across Bodmin Moor. As an ice-cream van careered across the cliff, chimes playing ‘Greensleeves’, and I joined six other half-naked … Continue reading Earning A Crust in Cornwall
BY CHARLES EVANS Family feuds long kept alive the custom of local warfare in the West Country. So when Sir Richard Edgecumbe returned with Henry Tudor (1485) to his manor beside the Tamar from which a neighbour had driven him, he rebuilt the house strongly in granite, set around a courtyard and with a formidable gate. Cothele in Cornwall seems as if left unaltered since … Continue reading Cothele
