Tag Archives: #Cornish

Never Say ‘Ribbit’ in a Boat

Never Say ‘Ribbit’ in a Boat

There is an old Cornish saying,

that I once heard an old Cornishman saying, and it is:

‘Never say ‘Ribbit’ in a boat;

or ‘Rabbit’ or ‘Robot’. ‘


Well, I know not;

but, I think it’s because

it’s a bad habit to have

and it will inhibit

those others

who inhabit

the boat in question –

perhaps it affects their digestion.

Hold on, my memory jogs…

… was it something to do with dogs?


Tate My Pasty @RateMyPasty

Tate My Pasty @RateMyPasty

Upon a canvas

to behold

is a Cornish Pasty,

ancient, old;

full of promise

that never came.

“Pasty cold , or piping hot?” @RateMyPasty

“Pasty cold , or piping hot?” @RateMyPasty

Rate my pasty

from one to ten –

or from onan to deg

if you like.

Berate my pasty

if you dare,

it should only be mine

to celebrate

or discard in Liskeard

in despair.

Integrate a Devon pasty?

Infiltrate, I think not.

No, furnish me

with Cornish fare

crimped to the side

and leave me there

to contemplate

the meal’s sad fate;

my Cornish Pasty

I here await.

My Cornish Ancestry (or ‘We B’ain’t Be Blow-ins’)

My Cornish Ancestry (or ‘We B’ain’t Be Blow-ins’)

My family left Cornwall, heading East,

in search of wisdom, or a wise man, at the least;

after many years they realised the truth:

that there b’aint be wisdom in a single tooth;

they searched on high

and they searched down low,

all across the foreign land

they were fain to go;

until at the last, he who spoke for them said:

I want to taste once more the pasty

and die in a Cornish bed.

On the Cornish Lanes at Christmas.

On the Cornish Lanes at Christmas

On the Cornish roads

there is very little traffic

when there is usually loads;

on the Cornish lanes it’s business as usual

apart from the noticeable lack

of a tractor –

perhaps Christmas is a factor?

One Day in 1868 At a Cornish Tin Mine. #SoCS @LindaGHill

One Day in 1868 At a Cornish Tin Mine.

Linda’s info here. G:)

“Tin! We’ve struck ‘Tin!’ At the mine! It’s gushing thirty-feet high from the drilling rig!”

The mine manager, a Mr. Montague ‘Monty’ Morency, looked at the miner with something of a kind, fatherly gaze.

“Tin does not gush, Stevens. Tin tends to just ‘be’. One of Tin’s most useful attributes is that it ‘does not’ dissolve and run away back into the ground from where it has been found.” Monty stood tall and backed up his words with a stance of particular magnitude and decorum.

“But!” managed Stevens. “It’s definitely gushing, and it’s definitely ‘Tin’ – we’ve discovered Liquid Tin! You could tell Stevens was excited by the manner that he was literally bouncing from foot to foot. If could be said that he was ‘jumping for joy’.

“Now, come on, Stevens; we all know that ‘Tin’ doesn’t pour, flow, decant or run lazily downstream, is how can it ‘gush’? Are you perhaps mistaking ‘Oil’ for your ‘Liquid Tin’?

“No, Sir; it’s definitely ‘Liquid Tin’- Archie says so.

“Archie Lummox ? The great big… well, lummox, has told you to tell me that we have found ‘Liquid Tin’?

“That’s right. Archie told me, to tell you, that we, had discovered Liquid Tin!.”*

“And what is the date today, Stevens?”

“April the… oh! Has he done it again?”

“I think so, Stevens. As well as being a ‘lummox’ Archie Anthill is also an April Fooler!”


‘Monty’ looked at Stevens dejected walk as he returned to the mining area.

“Liquid Tin, indeed.”

And so the Liquid Tin was left to dissipate into the ground and was never seen again in Cornwall – or anywhere else for that matter.

Tin-Tin Takes A Walk Along the Cornish Lanes – #SoCS @LindaGHill

Tin-Tin Takes A Walk Along the Cornish Lanes

See here for Linda’s guidelines

Tin-Tin – no, not that one – was walking along the Cornish lanes minding his own business, when he saw a strange sight in a field to his left. Looking away, he saw that all was well in a field to his right, so he focused his attention upon that field.

Cows in a line, a line that was a bit too regular for his liking…! And sheep, all exactly the same, facing. The same way and stopping to eat the greenest grass ever at exactly the same moment.

Synchronised Sheep?

Looking up at a solid flap of wings, Tin-Tin saw Geese flying across the air toward the local pond. They were also as one – not a discrepancy between their flights. One almighty ‘honk!’ broke the silence – that had lain unnaturally across the land.

The ‘Honk!’ was then followed by a concrete block of a ‘Moo!’ and a woollen shawl of a ‘Baa!’

Tin-Tin looked back at the field on the left, the strange sight there didn’t seem so strange after all – then the three Llamas stood on a tiny hillock started ‘alarming’ at Tin-Tin. And what a noise that was.

Tin-Tin loved his walks along the Cornish lanes; but, sometimes, they were a bit of a shock to the system. *

*10-minutes was up here!