Apart from my featured image of the glorious St Michael’s Mount, in Cornwall, I’ve resisted posting pictures of the scenic harbours, stark ruins of tin mines on brooding Cornish moors, and the pretty villages we saw on our recent trip there. Instead I thought for a change that you might like to see a few of the county’s more unusual attractions.
Not sure how to caption this one!
We probably all know a village where the old red phone box has been reinvented as community library, but I haven’t a clue why anyone would want to stick a bath on top of one of them…but somebody obviously did!
We came upon this vision by the side of a road near St Austell. Hmmm….
Cut Price Fuel
Missed the boat again! Just when I thought we’d found the fuel bargain of the year, the pumps were empty.
These historic petrol pumps advertising petrol at 2/3d a gallon are in St Mawes. Without reaching for my ready reckoner, I’ve figured out that equates to less then 2p a gallon in today’s prices.
The fabulous Admiral Benbow Inn
I had to include this one. Reputedly one of the earliest drinking houses in Penzance. Notice the figure of smuggler on the roof, poised with his musket at the ready as he encourages passers by to come in and quench their thirst.
When we visited (strictly for research purposes, of course) the lovely landlord insisted on showing us around the hostelry. The upstairs floor, which is used for functions, is packed with trinkets, memorabilia and ‘treasures’ from the wrecks of old sailing ships that have foundered over the centuries on Cornwall’s rocky shores.
No need for much explanation of this street corner in St Ives. It think it speaks for itself. No connection intended with the previous picture
She Sells Seashells on the Seashore
We found these little bags of seashells for sale on a strictly trust basis in front of a dilapidated former fisherman ‘s cottage at Mousehole Harbour.
Judging by the state of the cottage, the owner will have to sell an awful lot of shells to do that renovation.
This is s sign we spotted on a building in Newquay and I couldn’t resist including it.
The house above isn’t strictly speaking quirky, but you can’t fault its historical importance. Many of you will have visited the beautiful Bronte Parsonage in Haworth, West Yorkshire, where the literary sisters penned their classic wild and passionate tales.
Most people pass this unassuming red brick house in Penzance’s historic Chapel Street without a second glance. The only clue to its history is the small brown plaque by the front door, which reads: “This was the home of Maria and Elizabeth Branwell, the mother and aunt of Charlotte, Emily, Anne and Branwell Bronte.”
Maria left Cornwall in 1812 when she married the Rev Patrick Bronte. In 1820 the family moved to Haworth where, tragically, Maria died a year later.
The following year, Maria’s younger sister Elizabeth left her home in Penzance to travel to Yorkshire to care for the six Bronte children.
The Egyptian House.
Further up the same street is a building no one could ignore. The Egyptian House was built in 1836 by John Lavin, a Penzance mineralogist, to house a geological museum.
These days behind its extraordinary façade are three upmarket holiday apartments.
Finding glorious sites like the ones above are what I love most about Cornwall. Hope you enjoyed them, too.