CORNWALL  land of mythical King Arthur

For millennia the main land holders of Cornwall  has been the Crown & the Duchy of Cornwall .Without  a class of  aristocrats the social structure centred on a core of gentry, who formed the ruling class. It was they who were filled  political roles, being Justices of the Peace and Sheriffs of the county. This led to a social interchange between the classes, not much seen elsewhere in England at that time.

The Merchant classes, who achieved wealth, married their children into the less affluent Gentry classes who had bloodlines and lands. Female heirs married elsewhere taking their inheritances out of the county and the Gentry married their children into the peerage where they could.

Bevilles, de Vere, and Courtenay all held lands in Cornwall,  Trelawney married into trade, the Arundel’s married into the peerage, but they remained outsiders who never resided in the County.The  Pomerai's, who came with William the Conqueror, held their baronial seat at Berry Pomeroy , in Devon with  Tregony Castle  held by the 2nd sons. 

During the C17th English Civil War 1642 to 1655  The Cornish held out fiercely for the King and when Parliament  triumphed paid a bitter price in pillaged estates and villages and bad harvests  during the vengeful retribution that followed but their independent spirit  remained intact .

 Cornwall  is surrounded on three sides by fish rich seas but the land is rocky and windswept and agriculturally  poor because of the shallow nutrient deficient soils which are laid over granite. That granite has always been rich metals in particular in tin. 

In the C18th a few men of daring took risks to dig deep into the granite bedrock for tin & copper creating deep hard rock mines ; a few  grew rich flourishing as always on the backs of the workers, whilst the miners who risked their lives  every day lived in poverty on pittance wages. 

 The landscape seems to have created in the people a distinctive individualism and independence and this still characterises the nature of the Cornish people.


Encircled in Silver


Dark plunging cliffs with gulls hanging high

Wheeling, and laughing then diving, they fly

Tides crashing in consuming the shore

Lowering clouds over mist covered moor.

Cerulean heavens of white swept skies

Seas rolling in, light dazzled eyes

Wave battered granite, a sand laden cove.

Secret and hidden the places to love.


A smugglers land where pickings were free

Brandy and silk, tobacco and tea.

Turning a light that sailors thought aid

Ships wrecked on rocks, so darkly betrayed.

Black hearted pirates were law men by day

Many a traveller fell to their prey.

Ships wrecked by a lady wielding a sword

Husband and son guarding her horde.


Tin made its history, men made its strife.

Waters surround it, where fishing was life

Pilchard abounded, ‘hevva, hevva’ the cry

Saint named villages, with chantries nearby.


The last lonely mine wheel under a hill

Stands silent now, the workings are still

A crumbling chimney enhances a view

Marking labour for many and fortunes for few


Elusive vibrations, a spirit of light

Encircled in silver, ringed round with white

Cornwall, the place of talented men,

Their freedom fierce fought and will be again

Ancient and strange are the standing stone rings

A mythical, magical land of old kings


By Annie Pomery

Copyright AJP © 1993





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