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Bryn Mawr;949130 wrote: You'd be amazed what you can pull out of Stoney cove


Can you pull Rick Stein out of there just for Barman?:wah:

AussiePam;949104 wrote: This is more like it!!!!!!!!!!!!! Durnit, Theia - I'm sulking that I didn't get a special invite to the opening of this great new establishment. That will cost you and Betty at least one genuine Cornish pasty, please and a pint of best scrumpy!!!

I love Cornwall. Are we located in the narrow winding streets of a cliff village, with wild waves beating on the rocky beach and smugglers and we lure sailors into our clutches? Are we in the misty moors where highwaymen gallop up routinely so we can relieve them of their illgotten gains? Are we in one of those perfect seaside villages with sailing boats and cobblestones??

Ahhhhhhhh... I think I'm packing my bags as I type.



Was last in Cornwall on 1 May two years ago - took my youngest daughter there for her birthday and I have a photo of her in a pub in Polperro with the local green man. As one would. We also danced around the maypole.


I came across this in Warwick during the festival - might it be yours?

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grecianurn;949153 wrote: No m'duck, went Rutland Water (it used to be in Leics) (for a while)


Excuse me, are you referring to Empingham Reservoir?

Anyway, we never wanted them stuck up ********s

We got lumbered!

A stoned cove, Bryn? Translated into Oz, that's a legless bloke, right?

Grecianurn- don't think we've properly met yet!! G'day!!!!!! * %



* (:sneaky: Always keep the chef on side, so you don't end up with a non-existent fly in yer surreal soup, like Nomad apparently didn't)

% - But then you've got to 588 posts, so either you talk more than er no names no packdrill, or I've been away with the piskies.. don't answer this!



Special poem for Grecianurn

THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness,

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,

Sylvan historian, who canst thus express

A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:

What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape

Of deities or mortals, or of both,

In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?

What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?

What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?

What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Courtesy of Mr Keats

http://www.bartleby.com/101/625.html

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I like the idea of the Cornish pipes and timbrels and wild ecstasy. Goes well with cooking!!!

Bryn Mawr;948784 wrote: Looks magnificent - at least as good as I had last time I was in Mousehole :-6


Ahh were you a Christmas time visitor then?

Muzzle is a neat spot.

Betty Boop;949226 wrote: Ahh were you a Christmas time visitor then?


Any time of year - friends had a home at Truthwall outside St Just and we went there frequently.

Funny, I've just googled Truthwall and found it's the other side of the county and that their house was at the end of Truthwall Lane between St Just and Botallack - lovely place.

AussiePam;949229 wrote: Muzzle is a neat spot.


Spent days walking round there

AussiePam;949104 wrote: This is more like it!!!!!!!!!!!!! Durnit, Theia - I'm sulking that I didn't get a special invite to the opening of this great new establishment. That will cost you and Betty at least one genuine Cornish pasty, please and a pint of best scrumpy!!!

I love Cornwall. Are we located in the narrow winding streets of a cliff village, with wild waves beating on the rocky beach and smugglers and we lure sailors into our clutches? Are we in the misty moors where highwaymen gallop up routinely so we can relieve them of their illgotten gains? Are we in one of those perfect seaside villages with sailing boats and cobblestones??

Ahhhhhhhh... I think I'm packing my bags as I type.

Was last in Cornwall on 1 May two years ago - took my youngest daughter there for her birthday and I have a photo of her in a pub in Polperro with the local green man. As one would. We also danced around the maypole.


One pint of Cornish Scrumpy coming up Pam, chef will be along shortly with a Pasty for you

You sit there in the bay window with the view over the harbour, the sea's are a crashing over the piers but its warm and cosy here by the fire. Just watch out for the fishermen heading in from sea there Pammie, they can be a little 'ripe' if you know what I mean

I'm sorry to say that tomorrows excursion may have to be cancelled due to the bad weather.

If any of you need to use the 'convenience's' just let Theia know, she'll escort you there with an umbrella to keep you dry. :wah:

*oh it's chilly ponders Betty as she pulls her lush blue cardi tighter around her shoulders*

Bryn Mawr;949231 wrote: Any time of year - friends had a home at Truthwall outside St Just and we went there frequently.

Funny, I've just googled Truthwall and found it's the other side of the county and that their house was at the end of Truthwall Lane between St Just and Botallack - lovely place.


It's not at the other side of the county :wah: its just up the road from where I used to live, which is about ten minutes from where I live now which happens to be the village just before you get to Mousehole. My dad was born and raised in Mousehole.

Pinky;949109 wrote: Great thread! I love Cornwall, I just wish it wasn't such a long drive. I was there about three weeks ago, did some shopping in Truro, paddled at Newquay and went ghostie-hunting at the Jamaica Inn!


What???? You didn't tell me you were heading this way!! :p

Barman;949115 wrote: I spent 3 days last week in Padstow, a weekend in a nice hotel in Porth a few weeks ago. Seem to be spending more time there now. Beginning to appreciate the beauty of the place.

Staying on Exmoor next weekend, nice there too.


Go further to the south-west, much more beautiful! :wah:

Betty Boop;949239 wrote: It's not at the other side of the county :wah: its just up the road from where I used to live, which is about ten minutes from where I live now which happens to be the village just before you get to Mousehole. My dad was born and raised in Mousehole.


All the time we were going there we believed that those half dozen houses *were* Truthwall - I was confoozed seeing the map.

Another friend of ours grew up in Newlyn (and, at one time, ran the folk club there) - her favourite song was Lamorna.

grecianurn;949242 wrote: Miss Betty the kitchen is now closed as well you know

And what, pray, am I to do with the shedload of pasties if the excursion be cancelled?? :(


Ummmm dunno I'll think of something, you can give Pam one and then... I know, we can have Theia put them in the basket of her bicycle and she can peddle the streets selling them tomorrow, put them all in paper bags chef, all will be well, don't worry!

Bryn Mawr;949247 wrote: All the time we were going there we believed that those half dozen houses *were* Truthwall - I was confoozed seeing the map.

Another friend of ours grew up in Newlyn (and, at one time, ran the folk club there) - her favourite song was Lamorna.


ooooh I like that song,

Lamorna

So now I'll sing to you, about a maiden fair,

I met the other evening at the corner of the square.

She had a dark and roving eye, she was a charming rover,

And we rode all night, through the pale moonlight

away down to Lamorna.

Chorus

Twas down in Albert square

I never shall forget,

Her eyes they shone like diamonds

and the evening it was wet, wet, wet.

Her hair hung down in curls,

she was a charming rover,

And we rode all night,

through the pale moonlight,

away down to Lamorna.

As we got in the cab, I asked her for her name,

And when she gave it me, well, mine it was the same,

So I lifted up her veil, for her face was covered over,

And to my surprise, it was my wife,

I took down to Lamorna.

Chorus

She said, I know you now, I knew you all along,

I knew you in the dark, but I did it for a lark,

And for that lark you'll pay, for the taking of the donah:

You'll pay the fare, for I declare,

away down to Lamorna.

grecianurn;949125 wrote: Miss Theia, Miss Betty -

Can chef go now please?

I washed up, I made a stone of good pastry for tomorrow and boiled swede, potato and beef. I damped down the range and kicked the boy (you know, that cheeky lad you took on for portering) for cheek. :sneaky:


Kick him harder next time Night Night Chef, good work. :-6

Betty Boop;949255 wrote: ooooh I like that song,

Lamorna

So now I'll sing to you, about a maiden fair,

I met the other evening at the corner of the square.

She had a dark and roving eye, she was a charming rover,

And we rode all night, through the pale moonlight

away down to Lamorna.

Chorus

Twas down in Albert square

I never shall forget,

Her eyes they shone like diamonds

and the evening it was wet, wet, wet.

Her hair hung down in curls,

she was a charming rover,

And we rode all night,

through the pale moonlight,

away down to Lamorna.

As we got in the cab, I asked her for her name,

And when she gave it me, well, mine it was the same,

So I lifted up her veil, for her face was covered over,

And to my surprise, it was my wife,

I took down to Lamorna.

Chorus

She said, I know you now, I knew you all along,

I knew you in the dark, but I did it for a lark,

And for that lark you'll pay, for the taking of the donah:

You'll pay the fare, for I declare,

away down to Lamorna.




I can hear her singing it now - that and Plesier D'Amour.

Poor soul's moved back to Penzance now

Bryn Mawr;949263 wrote: I can hear her singing it now - that and Plesier D'Amour.

Poor soul's moved back to Penzance now


Ahem.. and whats wrong with Penzance, thats where I was born and raised :wah:

Betty Boop;949271 wrote: Ahem.. and whats wrong with Penzance, thats where I was born and raised :wah:


Nuf said :p

Bryn Mawr;949285 wrote: Nuf said :p


Oi!! :p:p:wah:

Myttin da:-6

Ass yw euthek an gewer! :rolleyes:

grecianurn;949917 wrote: Freshly made and still warm - saffron cake

Hurry up you lot, only baked 10:D


Chef, you're a dream. I'm just imagining the butter gently melting as I eat it...heaven :-6

Did that Betty cancel her excursion? Were you able to freeze the pasties?

Don't know where she's disappeared to now...we can't run a business with only two workers

grecianurn;949987 wrote: Miss Theia you know well I can't get my hands on such great quantities of ice at a moment's notice:(

I'm afraid since you didn't show up with your cycling machine as Miss B promised I donated them to the Camborne Home for Fallen Women and the Redruth Home for Ladies of Reduced Circumstances.

I hope this will meet with m'ladies' approval?

(please don't sack me ma'am I got 9 littluns at ome all with no boots)




My dear chef, I offer you my sincerest apologies. I omitted to inform you that I am not only a successful entrepreneuse but also a renowned psychic, mystic, clairvoyant and time traveller. When I mentioned "freeze" I was in another age, an age of technology and convenience of which you, and indeed most, know nothing.

And I apologise twofoldly for not keeping abreast of this thread and remaining blissfully unaware of any cycling machines. But my error has inadvertently benefitted a worthy cause. Though I do hope that "Fallen" doesn't mean that those unfortunate women have no balance.

When we employed you, you mentioned six children, all booted. Pray, do not try to take advantage of our goodwill toward you.

I learnt cornish and everythin and nothin not even a hi:(....ill just slope off and see if the local cake shop is open round the corner:sneaky:

Chezzie;950069 wrote: I learnt cornish and everythin and nothin not even a hi:(....ill just slope off and see if the local cake shop is open round the corner:sneaky:


Gorthugher da. Fatla genes?



You'll regret it, chef's fare is Cornwall's best

I go to Looe on Saturday for 2 whole weeks and im praying for Sun:-6

grecianurn;950065 wrote: Indeed ma'am that is what I did think it meant!

As for the extra 3 babbies and the boots one of they women at Camborne be my sister and she was delivered of triplets who I out of the goodness of my heart took in as she took poorly what with her man running off with that Gipsy woman an the boots well ma'am I ad to take em to the pawnbrokers in Truro please don't sack me I'll make you some nice heavy cake tomorrow.

weeps uncontrollably and finding no handkerchief wipes nose on pinafore




We shall put this sorry matter behind us, chef. Off to the kitchen with you now and prepare one of your wonderful heavy cakes :p

Oh, and by the way, one does not wipe one's nose on one's pinafore, one uses a hankerchief.

Thank you.

Chezzie;950128 wrote: I go to Looe on Saturday for 2 whole weeks and im praying for Sun:-6


Oh Chezzie, I really, really, really, don't want to burst your balloon :-1

But then our forecast just now only went up until Saturday, and they're not always right. Tomorrow is supposed to be grim, so the more grimness we get now, the more fortunate you might be.

I know, its rained all day here too:(

AussiePam;949104 wrote: This is more like it!!!!!!!!!!!!! Durnit, Theia - I'm sulking that I didn't get a special invite to the opening of this great new establishment. That will cost you and Betty at least one genuine Cornish pasty, please and a pint of best scrumpy!!!

I love Cornwall. Are we located in the narrow winding streets of a cliff village, with wild waves beating on the rocky beach and smugglers and we lure sailors into our clutches? Are we in the misty moors where highwaymen gallop up routinely so we can relieve them of their illgotten gains? Are we in one of those perfect seaside villages with sailing boats and cobblestones??

Ahhhhhhhh... I think I'm packing my bags as I type.

Was last in Cornwall on 1 May two years ago - took my youngest daughter there for her birthday and I have a photo of her in a pub in Polperro with the local green man. As one would. We also danced around the maypole.


Misty moors, I think, Pammie, but you'd better check with Betty

I could go for a highwayman...I think

Why do "I" have to peddle the pasties???

Good evening all, I take it that Chef and Theia have kept the place ticking over. I've spent the day stocking up the pantry, just got back from the market. Any chance of a slice of your wonderful saffron cake Chef? :-6

Betty Boop;950260 wrote: Good evening all, I take it that Chef and Theia have kept the place ticking over. I've spent the day stocking up the pantry, just got back from the market. Any chance of a slice of your wonderful saffron cake Chef? :-6


Did you know that chef has nine children, three of whom are her sister's?

I've been collecting moss for use in the privy...no Andrex for us

theia;950254 wrote: Misty moors, I think, Pammie, but you'd better check with Betty

I could go for a highwayman...I think

Why do "I" have to peddle the pasties???


We can't have all those pasties going to waste can we, I had to go the market!

A fisherman is about your limit me 'andsome :wah:

Betty Boop;950271 wrote: We can't have all those pasties going to waste can we, I had to go the market!

A fisherman is about your limit me 'andsome :wah:


That's fine, Betty, a pyskden will be just fine :-6 (that's not strictly correct...I've used "fish" and "man")

I've brought me own dunnypaper, Theia!!! So keep yer moss on. What are all these bloody kids doing crawling all over the place in the kitchen. It's unsanctuary. Any coffee going?

AussiePam;950480 wrote: I've brought me own dunnypaper, Theia!!! So keep yer moss on. What are all these bloody kids doing crawling all over the place in the kitchen. It's unsanctuary. Any coffee going?


Coffee? When did we start drinking coffee in cornwall? (A genuine question...I don't know).

Moss is very "in." I mean, dunnypaper, whatever next!

I think I counted two more earlier (kids).

theia;950494 wrote: Coffee? When did we start drinking coffee in cornwall? (A genuine question...I don't know).

Moss is very "in." I mean, dunnypaper, whatever next!

I think I counted two more earlier (kids).


Betty don't care, she's hit the vodka and is in the corner staring at the sea. All that traipsing over cobbled streets has worn me out.

Betty Boop;950503 wrote: Betty don't care, she's hit the vodka and is in the corner staring at the sea. All that traipsing over cobbled streets has worn me out.


Betty does care or she wouldn't have hit the vodka :-4

grecianurn;951691 wrote: Well ma'am no coal was delivered so range is off, heavy cake's off and chef's off - for a pint of scrumpy.

If you please ma'am.

hic


Pour me a glass and I'll overlook what you've already had :p:(:D