Skip to main content

Pasties & Cream - My Cornwall






As someone who's lived in Cornwall for most of my life, I tend to take it very much for granted. As anywhere, you get used to what's on your doorstep and fail to notice the beauty around you.



I grew up in Penryn, close to Falmouth, and have always been by the sea - growing up with a wonderful view down Penryn river of Flushing and Falmouth. It's only in the past couple of years since returning from living abroad, that I've really begun to appreciate it. Even my online name Cajame is Cornish. Meaning DaisyMay it's two words put together Caja (daisy) and Me (May). I think it's a darling name for a little girl, though I only know of one!

Penryn is one of the oldest towns in England. It was one of the original charter towns in the Magna Carta. In the past it was a major shipping port, at a time when Falmouth consisted of nothing more than farmland. In the 16th Century 70% of the inhabitants were foreign traders. This explains why my family tree suddenly grinds to a halt about this time. It is thought my ancestors decided to stay in Cornwall and adopted an English name. It would also explain why me and so many of my relatives have dark olive complexions!



What is your idea of Cornwall? Pasties are probably the first thing to come to mind, closely followed by Clotted Cream, or how about Saffron Buns?Have you ever tried Thunder & Lightening? It's a heart attack on a plate, but jolly lovely ....

Golden Syrup and Clotted cream on toast




I spent much of my time at my grandmothers when I was younger. With only an ancient Cornish range to cook on, the kitchen was always full of fish that were dropped in to her as the fisherman went home after tying up their boats. To this day I can't bring myself to eat crab. I can still picture them scuttling around the kitchen nipping at my ankles, and hear the sound they made going into the pot.

My Cornwall isn't about desolate moorland, rugged clifftops, crashing waves or tin-mines. (You have to travel about 15 miles or so before seeing any of those - and when I was growing up this was akin to going abroad!). My Cornwall is the south coast with it's calm waters and sheltered coves, lush farmland and sea-farers cottages.

Oggy, Oggy, Oggy....... Oy, Oy, Oy



Dinghies moored up at Flushing. I spent hours messing about on the water here as a child.



a view of Flushing from the Quay. Many happy memories of here, my cousin used to own one of the slated cottages.



Taken from Greenbank in Falmouth and looking toward St Mawes. Can you just make out the castle in the distance?



Isn't this a sight? a tall ship just leaving the entrance to the harbour, flanked by a flotilla of well wishers. This fantastic view is what my husband gets to see every day at work. He's a coastguard, and the base is situated on Pendennis Point right at the harbour mouth.



I'll finish with a view of Smugglers Cottage, tucked away down the Fal river. a gorgeous little place, it's actually a pub. Though accessible by road, it's a darn long way around. Far better to go by boat, moor up and enjoy a pint!

PS - Should anyone like a recipe for proper Cornish Pasties please ask.... happy to oblige. Anything to help save the world from the scourge otherwise known as Ginsters.



Should you ever find yourself in Penryn, make sure you roll down the hill into The Famous Barrel Pub. You may even find me pulling a pint, as it's my little part time job two days a week.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Hexagon hand-towel

A super quick make this afternoon - a hand towel for the kitchen.  I had no idea I was going to do this until I was rummaging through my fabric stash and found this piece of heavy linen that has been forgotten for years.   It's the perfect weight for a hand towel and I've managed to use up a few more scraps to match the colours of my kitchen. The little piece of aqua fabric is one of my favourites.  Had it for years and my supply has been dwindling, finally down to the last little piece.   It was a quick pin-down and run along with the machine. As you can see, a close inspection of my hexagon shows rather uneven stitches.   I blame it on my eyesight (and sewing whilst watching the TV).  Pinned into place and then edged around carefully with the machine.   I've even managed to add a little loop which is the tiniest scrap of ribbon I spied in the corner of my sewing table just as I was stitching to the corner.... I'll have that...

Hillarys Blinds - Country Crafts Competition

A vision in Teal - front view Towards the end of February I saw a competition advertised on Twitter by Hillarys Blinds .  I can't remember the exact wording, but it was along the lines of "would you like to receive some material and enter our competition?" Of course I would! After sending an e-mail, I was delighted to hear I'd been chosen to take part.  I was able to pick from 3 fabrics.  I opted for the peacock print as I adore teal.  About a week later I received a packet from Hillarys containing a metre of my chosen material.  I wish I could get the colours to come out properly.  I don't think any of the photos I've taken do the fabric justice.  The background is a light cream, with the branches and blossom in subtle shades of brown and pale yellows.  Sitting on the branches across the fabric are a selection of beautiful peacocks.  In shades of teal, they are quite wonderful. A Vision in Teal - back view My ...

Once upon an Embroidery

This story takes place many years ago. Imagine we are at a time in the gentle years before the Great War. In a time where the motor car was a recent invention and a plaything for the very rich, seldom to be seen on a public road. This was an era when people worked hard and expected little. An era when life was lived at an altogether slower pace. Let me introduce you to Alice. Alice is a gentle soul. She has never strayed far from the village where she was born. She has spent her adult life living in the same little cottage she moved into with her husband as a newlywed when she was 19. At one time she was surrounded by family, but over the years they have all passed on or drifted away. Her husband died shortly after his retirement three years previously, and her only remaining sister lives half the country away. They correspond regularly by weekly letters, but haven't seen each other in years. It would be possible to travel by train, but it's altogether too expensiv...