Onwards across the River Tamar, into Cornwall and on to Liskeard … on the outskirts of Emily Hobhouse’s stomping ground … and we needed to be at St Ive Church, not the artistic harbour of St Ives, but Emily’s father’s home for over 50 years.
First a visit to the Museum, lunch and then our meeting … but to start with a little history about Liskeard – an ancient Stannary and market town.
|Casserite - tin ore|
A Stannary would be found at locations near a tin mine - where the tin was assayed (tested for purity), coined and sold. The principal role of a Stannary town was the collection of tin coinage, the proceeds of which were passed to the Duchy of Cornwall or the Crown.
|Mozzie pestered frog - mural at The Fat Frog|
Cornish and Devon Stannaries were granted their rights in the 1200s and had particular importance – which I wrote about in my Cornish A-Z posts this year under “T is for Tin Miners, …”. There’s also an A-Z “D” post for the Duchy of Cornwall.
|Pipe Well ... the springs have never run dry ... and it|
is probable that this is why the town settlement was here
from very early days ... it was first recorded in writing in
the 14th C
Liskeard was mentioned in the Domesday Book, and was one of the 17 Antiqua Maneria of the Duchy; Richard, Earl of Cornwall (brother of Henry III) granted the market charter in 1240.
|Slightly out of focus .. but I|
thought a great sign
This ties in with the first part of Liskeard’s name ‘Lis’, which means the conferring of ancient privileges, indicating that the settlement was once a high status court.
|Harry Crocker and his gypsy family|
Jenny knew exactly where she was going … supposedly … and I in my wisdom decided that my car could go the wrong way up a very short one-way street, squeeze through an exit to re-join the road in.
|Swing Frog in the Fat Frog cafe|
That little escapade surprised a few people, but I really couldn’t turn round … I might have had to – but my eyes were correct and I could squeeze the exit!! Jenny had been getting ‘quietly’ agitated saying you can’t do this, you - - simply - - can’t do this …
|A Fiddle Seed Drill ... Aero Broadcast -|
Hand Seed Sower
Now! we were on our way to the car park! And then the Museum to see the Emily Hobhouse papers on show. There were a few things Jenny needed to update the Museum on … which she duly did, while I wandered around.
The museum is very small … but has exhibitions on the main economic facilitators for the town – tin mining and agriculture, while promoting various local characters from the past … including:
|Emily on the left, with her sister Maud|
“the famous suffragette, Emily Hobhouse, an incredibly courageous lady who changed the lives of many people in the Boer War, whose ashes are under the Women’s Memorial, in Bloemfontein, South Africa.”
|The Fat Frog cafe|
I am going to write a post about Emily … but will wait til the New Year … as there are some things I need to clarify and I want to make sure my approach suits all parties.
|Another wonderful sign!|
We needed lunch before we went off to meet an artist lady, who lives near St Ive, had become enamoured with Emily and who had asked Jenny and I to come and stay the night. Well that was a surprise … and what a lovely visit it was – more anon …
|This is a model of HMS Rhododendron, which the town 'adopted, in the War|
at 1941 ... but was recreated in icing sugar in 2005 -
and is on show in the Museum: I didn't note why!
Lunch … off to the Fat Frog we went … a friendly café, which Jenny knew well, and as you can see with some unique décor … I had bacon, chicken salad, while Jenny had a cauliflower cheese with bacon and tomato … all adequately sufficiently to take us through to Church … as that’s where we were next headed …
We are slowly working our way round … and we've reached Cornwall …
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