Bernard Deacon's Blog, page 28

Gwennap: from riches to ruins

Mary Ann Kneebone was the daughter of John Kneebone, a mine engineman in 1861, and his wife Mary. They lived in the small hamlet of Trevarth in Gwennap, at that time one of Cornwall’s most populous parishes, home to over 10,500 people. Ten years earlier, John had been tin mining in Crowan a few miles … Continue reading Gwennap: from riches to ruins →

Gunwalloe: a church by the sea

In Gunwalloe on the Lizard the parish church is unusually close to the beach. The proximity of the sea hints at an overseas origin for the church’s patron, St Winwaloe. And so it was. Winwaloe was supposed to have been born in Brittany, where he founded the important abbey of Landevennec opposite Brest. According to … Continue reading Gunwalloe: a church by the sea →

Gulval: growing and going

Gulval parish stretches from the fertile low-lying coastal plain east of Penzance and up onto the moors of west Penwith, a veritable archaeological treasure house. With the arrival of railway connections to the huge market of London and the south east of England by the 1860s, the potential of this district and its mild climate … Continue reading Gulval: growing and going →

Grampound: coming full circle

Grampound, known in 1302 in French as Grauntpount and in Cornish as Ponsmur, was named after its large bridge over the River Fal. The small settlement that grew up at the crossing point was made a borough in the 1300s but never grew substantially beyond one main street until the twentieth century. Grampound’s relative decline … Continue reading Grampound: coming full circle →

Grade: the cycle of life – in and out of farming

The parish of Grade on the Lizard peninsula is now combined with its equally small neighbours of Ruan Major and Ruan Minor. In Victorian times however, it still glorified in its independence. The 327 souls in the parish in 1861 got their living principally from farming. As many as 48, or two thirds, of the … Continue reading Grade: the cycle of life – in and out of farming →

Gorran: more than just a haven

The parish of Gorran is a reminder that fishing villages in Cornwall were relative latecomers in the historic landscape. The parish church on the plateau, with its handful of houses standing sentinel and the scattering of tre- placenames around it indicate the earliest settlements. Fishing villages such as Gorran Haven, in the 1300s known in … Continue reading Gorran: more than just a haven →

Gerrans: a restless farmer and a mystery

Gerrans, a coastal parish on the Roseland, has a particular place in Cornish history. It shares its name with one of the three historical figures who are definitely attested to be Cornish kings. Gerent was King of Cornwall around 700, when he resisted the peremptory demands from the English kingdom of Wessex to abandon the … Continue reading Gerrans: a restless farmer and a mystery →

Germoe: coping with crisis

After a run of coastal parishes, we’re back in mining country. Germoe is a small parish in terms of area, almost entirely surrounded by its big brother Breage and consequently often ignored. However, the struggle of Germoe folk after the 1860s is indicative of the adaptations that Cornish people had to undertake when mining began … Continue reading Germoe: coping with crisis →

Fowey: pirates and policemen

Another parish, another port. Well before Falmouth was anything more than a profitable dream in the minds of the Killigrews, Fowey, 71 nautical miles up the coast, was Cornwall’s major port. Even in the ‘age of the saints’ in post-Roman times, Fowey was well-placed. It was at the southern end of the route across Cornwall … Continue reading Fowey: pirates and policemen →

Forrabury: a tale of migrating blacksmiths

Forrabury in the nineteenth century was a small parish which supplied just three entries for our database. Two thirds of parishioners lived in the village of Boscastle, which it shared with the slightly bigger parish of Minster. Ann Tippet, also called Fanny, was born into a family of blacksmiths at Padstow, further down the coast. … Continue reading Forrabury: a tale of migrating blacksmiths →