Little Egypt Cross the Tamar
Squire Trelawney? I think not.
The Cornwall Caper

"Here's 20 000 Cornishmen Will Know The Reason Why"


 

"Let's go by train" said Squire, way back in the spring when the 2012 Little Egypt Anniversary trip was first mooted.

"What a good idea" said the men - or at least said some of them.
Mr Bangs volunteered his services as Chief Organiser and Blagger, much to the relief of others who were suddenly incredibly busy for the whole summer.
So, at 5.30 a.m. on October 4 the Felix coach pulled up outside Monks Hall for the first pickup of the morning on the journey to Paddington for the train to St Ives.

 
I found the buffet, and it's open  I found it and it's sold out

Awaiting real documentary evidence

 

Ten hours later the men, musicans and partners stumbled off the St Erth to St Ives shuttle, dragging heavy suitcases but light hearts.
The sun was out, the sky was blue, there was not a cloud to spoil the view.
"Where's the Hotel?".
"On the top of the cliffs".
Only 200 or so steps then ... .

 
Wherever we lay our hats 

The Chy An Albany hotel was ready for the arrival of the 32 assorted guests and soon people were collapsed on their beds in preparation for an evening "at leisure".
The hotel bar had some Betty Stogs bitter from Skinners brewery in Truro. Very nice too.
People drifted off in groups to their chosen venues for an evening meal and drinks.
Sadly the blue skies had turned to leaden grey and it looked like rain was setting in for quite a time.

 
  It's a long way up 

Be warned.

 
Respecting the ring  Dancing the ring 

And so to the first full day of Little Egypt's Cornish Caper.
The coach arrived on good time to load the passengers and sticks for the first dance of the day at the Merry Maidens' Stone Circle, or Maiden's Ring, as Squire would have it.
The plan was to do a couple of dances to appease the gods but in view of the constant rain one quick Ring O' Bells had to suffice.

 
Closing the Circle  Making it Ring 

The Side's Bag Player

 
Playing the Lucky Dip  Lending a Hand 
  Master of All he Surveys   

Back on the coach, dripping, and on to Newlyn harbour for a visit to the Newlyn Fishermans Mission.
I don't want no mud on the coach ...
The Pastor gave a very moving account of life in the fishing fleet and the continuing need for the work and support of the mission.
The rain had eased enough for us to perform a couple of dances on the quayside and a small crowd of puzzled passers-by gathered to watch and applaud.

 
We care for all manner of oddballs who get washed up here  They move in mysterious ways 

... their wonders to perform

Time for a swift pint of Doom Bar in the Swordfish Inn just across the road - or in Mr Jukes's case a very large "pint" in his two handled love jug - before reboarding the coach for the Star Inn at Crowlas.

 
Mine's a pint  Mine's several 

What a pub! - not only a huge range of beers but three from their own microbrewery.

It's getting serious

Squire's Recommendation was Potion Number 9 which was indeed a fine session bitter.
A couple of dances were called for, so Banbury Bill and Getting Upstairs seemed appropriate bearing in mind they would be danced in the bar.

 
Watch the time, Squire  It's half past Friday 

By now people were feeling a bit peckish but the organisers had thought of everything and a visit to Philps Pasty Shop in Marazion was next on the itinerary.
The pasties came in three sizes, regular, medium and large.
Squire had, along with some other misguided souls, opted for a large pasty, which he was almost able to finish in its entirety.
Later we discovered that this particular size was designed for a family of four.

After the feast

 
It never rains on Little Egypt  And the tide is always out 

The final dance of the day was scheduled for St. Michael's Mount, just across a causeway from Marazion.
We were running a bit behind time so it was a race against the tide to get there and back without wet feet. But we did it, just, and performed Getting Upstairs on the mount.
Back then to the hotel for the Grand Gala Dinner and the end of the first, very full but enjoyable day.

 
Showing Canute a clean pair of heels  The Wrath of Neptune 

Day 2 dawned bright and clear and the anticipation was palpable as everyone gathered in the sun filled lounge of the hotel to await the arrival of the coach for day two.
Our itinerary for this day was simple - travel to the Driftwood Spars pub at Trevaunance Cove, meet up with local morris sides and drink fine ales, some brewed on the premises.
Alfie's Revenge was Squire's Recommended Ale - described as "strong and fruity" it was absolutely delicious and only 6.5% ... .

 
Cornish Perfection 

Among the other sides joining us were Tatters, Cats Eyes, Carnkie Cloggers and Black Prince.

This made for a hugely varied and entertaining afternoon of dancing which started at around 1.30 and was still going three hours later.

 
   

 
   

It was a glorious location for a Morris gathering and the sunshine helped make it a perfect and memorable afternoon.
After a final massed Fanny Frail we bade farewell to our new friends and boarded the coach for our return to St Ives.

 
 
 

The evening was once again "at leisure" when apparently Mr Bangs was something of a hit with one of the locals.
Sadly the pictorial evidence for this has not yet been released by the censor but we live in hope.

 

And so to Sunday, a free morning for in some cases cultural pursuits, in others the last chance of a pint of Cornish Ale before boarding the train.

Another **** weekend with the Morris.

 

Sitting on a railway station, ticket for my destination ...

 

Oh how I wish I was ...

 

... Homeward Bound

 

     
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