Investigating Mebyon Kerno, Part One

Part One : A Tax on The Tin Man

To some, Mebyon Kernow are a countryside political party whose interests lie in preserving the wonder of Cornish hedgerows, language and the dignity - perhaps divinity - of the Veil of Kernow. To others, MK are a radicalised group that, for the last three centuries, have sought nothing but the total severance and of Cornwall from England, at whatever costs. Then there are those who have never heard of Mebyon Kernow.

MK have fascinated me since I was a child. The rumours you would hear in the playground… so-and-so’s dad was an “MKer” or, “the MEB did it,” were enchanting and memorable. More recently I have started investigating Mebyon Kernow: I want to get inside the Cornish Nationalist Party. To learn and understand and report.

A Brief History of Mebyon Kernow

Mebyon Kernow, “Sons of Kernow”, were started in 1732 after the famous Tregenny uprising in which a group of farmers from East Cornwall refused to pay the “stanner lodge,” a tax on all produce that was shipped with tin. These farmers felt it unfair that they should have to pay the same tax on dairy as the miners had to pay on their ore. With a sympathetic Methodist church and mining community support they gained considerable political momentum, having the tax repealed in 1735.

After this victory, MK continued to exercise political weight locally and in Parliament. At its height in the 1860s MK was said to “command the country and the Cornish countryman across the world.” Then things changed. It is unclear why – though some experts cite the increase in trade union power – but at the start of 20^th Century MK started becoming a more underground movement, losing seats in Parliament steadily until they had no representation. The fulcrum was the hanging of the Pencarrow Three in 1930. Mebyon Kerno went off the political radar and were shunned at home and upcountry. Radicalised, they focused on more alternative methods of protest and rebellion.

Today they are a clandestine, militant organisation that hides behind the façade of a normal political and cultural party. The Mebyon Kernow Paramilitary wing (MKU) was almost on Bush’s Axis of Evil and, as I and others have been discovering, many of their strategies and ideals tie them in tightly with modern terrorist organisations. Over the next few weeks I will be providing an account of my investigation over the last two months and… whatever the future holds, I will be offering reportage on my investigations.

Part Two, "In an Inn in Hale" is published here.

Duporth, Tramp Haven

Planning at Duporth. Who needs it? Obviously not the people who have already started to rip down the chalet’s and generally start the demolition on the old Haven holidays site. I was taking the boy for a stroll on the beach when we were confronted with this devastation. The place is what looks like a tramps paradise complete with water slide and club house. There is even a beauty salon for the removal of those stubborn whiskers and in-growing butt hairs. Yes it seems like all is not well in the heart of the bay.

With the planning for 220+ homes plus industrial units applied for, the site will loose the majority of its luscious trees (some of which have preservation orders on), and buildings of special architectural interest.

On the upside, there is planning for 40 affordable homes and the employment generated by the development will be good for the area. But when will this all happen by and why has the ripping down already started when the planning permission has not been granted?

Lastly, there is nothing that smells worse than a wet tramp, so that’s a bonus!

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Emailed to the blog anonymously by Dave11

Profesor Greenspanner twists the nuts of local developers

Ampersand want to develop Carlyon Bay, St Austell’s local beach. This is all well and good and long overdue. The halcyon days of the coliseum are long gone but we of a certain generation all still remember them with fond affection. Many of us lost our innocence in the moon shadow of the Dracula boat and/or broke our collarbones jumping from ‘the stack’ into two inches of water, sometimes on a good night, one might achieve both.

Now, however the innocence of our youth is long gone and so has the innocence of dear old Crinnis. The development proposal of ampersand has no room for locals around it, nor within it. The proposed sea wall will cause the beach to erode due to the increase in breaking wave energy at the top of the tide and the sand deposited offshore will cover the delicate sea grass beds and their fragile fauna which the developer has not even surveyed nor knows exists despite advice from consultants to check. Now Pentewan is basically fenced off to locals and parking for the beach is miles away we are left with just a few, small, overcrowded options.

I know something needs to be done at Crinnis and I would support almost anything that included locals at its heart rather than as an afterthought. The bullish, bullshit approach of the current developer has turned the idea to ashes; If Ampersand had treated the consultation process more seriously they would still have a site worth millions plus the good will of a whole community (and a project that might actually go ahead) - a salient lesson for all.

Ah well, onward and upward. They say, looking to the future, we should all think of our grand children and whether we will leave them a world fit to inhabit. I would be happier knowing that my son would grow up in a world that had Gossips (formerly Quazars), the Ocean Suite, the only 50m pool in the county, a great sandy-carpeted arcade and possibility of exciting and indiscrete fumbling with the opposite sex after a bottle of Merrydown on a summers evening. Yes, even this cynical old academic yearns for such small patches of harmless youthful anarchy...

However in my case the anarchy was sneaking doughnuts into the library and the fumblings were in the nude photography section.

St Austell Railway station to get a quarter of a million accesibility funding.

St Austell Railway station is to get £250,000 funding to improve its disabled access. Ramps, disabled parking, induction loops for hearing aids and improved flooring. Braille markings on the tracks is not on the list of improvements.

Great Restormel Roast Review: The Royal Oak, Lostwithiel. GRRR#6

We found ourselves in Lostwithiel on a Sunday afternoon in much need of sustenance to fuel our afternoon of Treasure hunting ( a.k.a. Geocaching). We met up with the seismic pirate and his family and proceeded to look for somewhere to eat. Our first port of call was The River Brasserie, which unfortunately was not open on Sundays. We ventured a little further up the road and found ourselves in The Globe, which much to our disappointment was fully booked, so we decided to have a pint in there anyway and managed to help ourselves to vast quantities of pickled onions, cheese & crisps that were strategically placed on the bar.

Having temporarily filled the rumbling chasm of our stomachs we set off again in search of somewhere to eat. Eventually we decided upon The Royal Oak, which is located just off the main road through Lostwithiel, almost next door to The Royal Talbot. We parked up an assembled the ravenous troops.

First impressions of The Royal Oak were not very positive, the main bar was very dark, smoky and quite unwelcoming, we even considered eating outside at this point, but not deterred we ventured past the bar to the restaurant area, which was much more pleasing.

Orders were taken very quickly, and the food arrived promptly also. The order was 1 fish and chips along with 3 Sunday Roasts (Beef). I'll start with the fish & chips as they don't really count for the GRRR review, and luckily for The Royal Oak they don't count, as the seismic pirate rated them 3/10. The fish was tiny, almost a child's portion as well as being incredibly greasy. The chips looked to have been double cooked and were far too crispy. There was also nothing to accompany the fish & chips, no peas or even garnish, and all of this for the princely sum of £8.95.

The roasts faired a little better to be honest; they were a whole pound cheaper at £7.95

Pros:

• The veggies tasted fresh and were well cooked.
• The roasties were crisp with a fluffy interior.
• The service was speedy and the staff were polite.
• The Yorkshire Pud was a good size and well cooked.

Cons:

• The gravy was adequate if a little watery and not much of it.
• The beef was too chewy and very pale in colour
• The Portions were certainly not generous and I left feeling hungry.
• Horseradish Sauce, there was none.

Conclusion and Scores

There is certainly much room for improvement and we will not be rushing back in the near future, we rated the roasts a generous 5.5 / 10.

1^st The Western Inn, St Austell – 8/10

2^nd The Dolphin, St Austell – 7.5/10

3^rd The Britannia Inn, St Austell – 7/10

4th The Polgooth Inn, Polgooth – 6/10

5th The Royal Oak, Lostwithiel - 5.5/10

6th The Ship Inn, Pentewan - 5/10

7th The Ship Inn, Lerynn – 4/10

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Pip and Penny are Official GRRR reviewers who have been with us on two GRRR reviews. They know the score:)

Exclusive: St Austell Voice looses resident and resonant voices, but will it be dumb all over?

You heard it here first, unless you’re the top secret contact who told me….a number of staff, including Nick the Editor, are leaving the St Austell Voice. The papers owner is going to come in and be an editor until they find a new one.

Who knows what the future will holds for the Restormal tabloid but we wish the paper and the leaving staff all the very best.

Great Restormel Roast Review: The Dolphin Inn, Grampound. GRRR#5

The Feb the 10^th discovery of The Grampound Line forced our hand regarding the most recent GRRR - we would need to visit this ancient township and investigate. So, armed with the original map, that showed the G Line, off we went with our dual mission objectives:

Primary Objective: Survey the Grampound Line

Initial explorations of the line and its penumbra revealed nothing unusual for the region. Visual clarity was equal either side and the absence of blurriness so evident in the map made us think that strange machinations were afoot.

We had a number of paths before us. To ascend the straddling valley and find a vantage point from whence we could apprehend the Grampound Line and make judgment thereof. To visit the church and check the parish records for mention of the Grampound Line or evidence suggesting its origination. To follow the line along its axis in the hope that there might be some hidden feature in the land itself which could shed light on Cornwall’s most ludicrous feature.

Taking heed of the first rule of exploration - never explore when hungry – we postponed the Primary Objective and decided we should complete the Secondary Objective first.

Secondary Objective: Eat a Pub Roast

The Dolphin Inn is unusual for Cornish Pubs because it straddles exactly and equally the Grampound Line. Walking in you got the feeling that the locals either didn’t know about the G Line’s existence or… perhaps had something to hide. We pretended to be normal pub lunchers rather than G-Line investigators. There were six adults and two kids. Rob, one of the adults is an accomplished roast eater who some Sundays is rumored to eat at least two roasts.

Pros

• The Beef - This was good. A little fatty but tender, tasty and cooked close to perfection.
• The Roasties - Not bad at all.
• The Veg - good selection, it seemed fresh and cooked close to just right.
• The Gravey – This was nice.
• The Price - £6.95
  

Cons

• The Yorkshires - I have a sneaking suspicion these were from the same place as the Ship Inn, Pentewan.
• The Chef’s Trousers.

Score and Conclusion

The Dolphin Inn’s Sunday Roasts are the second best we have reviewed so far. We are not sure if this is because of some arcane rite connected to the Pub’s position on The Grampound Line or if they have a good chef who knows how to do a good roast.

Grampound is in a nifty position for a stop-off roast if your galavanting around Midcornwall on a Sunday. A hearty recommendation:

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1^st The Western Inn, St Austell – 8/10

2^nd The Dolphin, St Austell – 7.5/10

3^rd The Britannia Inn, St Austell – 7/10

4th The Polgooth Inn, Polgooth – 6/10

5th The Ship Inn, Pentewan - 5/10

6th The Ship Inn, Lerynn – 4/10

After the meal we decided to forgo the Objective One and head home, it was late, kids were restless, tired etc etc

Please note the meat above is beef and not Dolphin.

Baby Turtles on the Dance Floor, and your chicks for free.

This post isn’t about Cornwall but I think its interesting....

On Saturday night I went to a party on a beach in Hikkaduer, Sri Lanka. It was pretty much the only party in the entire country save for the drab ex—pat clubs in the Capital.

It was ten o’clock and things were just getting started when there was some consternation amongst the locals, a group of about six of them were gathered round something on the beach.

I left my beer on the bar and went to take a look-see; there was a sight I never thought I would see. A nest of sea turtles decided that it was time to be born and there they were, tiny little reptilian toddlers emerging from the sand.

The excitement this caused amongst us all was pretty remarkable as I’m sure you can imagine, even the locals don’t see this thing every lifetime. Baby turtles the size of a matchbox, crawling out of the sand ‘midst the fire glow and disco lights. Awesome.

So, rather than let them get baked by the fire or trampled on by a German traveler/dancer’s Birkenstock a rescue mission was called for. We picked the baby turtles up one in each hand and marched them down to the lapping Indian ocean. Very slowly – definitely sub-baby-hare speed – they crawled off into the sea, accompanied by the pumping and dire sound of a Dire Straights techno remix.

I didn't have my camera with me for the baby turtles, so here is a picture of the biggest key in Asia, taken in a small Buddhist Monastery in the same village.

Professor Greenspanner's Comment 2: Eaden

This week, Professor Greenspanner applies some torque to, The Eden Project.

The big E, what is it and where is it going? It’s a big shiny thing that has had people mezmerised for so long that they have stopped asking the fundamental question, what’s it for.

From the outside it seems to be going the way of Flambards/Helston aeropark/ i.e. it is drifting pell-mell into a vortex of ever more popularist entertainment in an attempt to make money. From the inside it is a different story. At a lecture recently I was told that society should act like the Eden project and recycle this and save that, if Eden can do it so can you, I was told by a wholesome looking chap in empassioned entreating and highly gesticulative tirade. I immediately put my hand up in my eagerness to point out that, in political terms, Eden is a benevolent dictatorship (maybe even a plutocracy but with less free will) and making people do the right thing is a little easier in those circumstances than in the wider democracy of the UK where people have free will and not a job description to decide their course in life.

As the lecturer sank into an ever deeper pit of horrifying smugness and self congratulatory demonstrations of how society should be like Eden, I realised what Eden now was. It is still a big shiny thing upon which the big-heads in charge can stand, like a do-decker soapbox and preach their ill informed, bourgeois opinions on everyone else’s failings. They have however overlooked the fact that the entity now supporting their lofty position is just a fun-park which actually is not much fun unless you go when the ice skating rink is set up. I am not anti-Eden by the way. It is a good local employer and has all sorts of potential but the high (but ill informed) ethics of its leaders no longer match the shape of the beast itself which has been shaped no longer by strategy and vision but by the need to make a profit. The words of the half crazed Duncan as scribed by the bard best summarise the current leadership, “I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent except vaulting ambition…..” A change is needed in the leadership now before the Eden project becomes the Ego project and looses all credibility, which will damage the Westcountry irreversibly.

Jess's Poem/Comment on St Austell

On those days where rain stings like a hundred porcupines into my skin and the wind rushes past my ears - roaring random stories of whip-lashed seas, high tides and all-knowing moons - the town I live in has a defeated air hanging drearly over it, resigned to the fate of others.

The beautifull, tall buildings, architecture lovingly structured to support a community proud to belong - now stare accusingly at the bowed heads of those generations. The granite, seeping stories, the moss hiding shame.

Were it an old forgotten garden the vines would have crept upwards to hide the pain of loss and age, the grasses would grow to cover the cracks of dispair and the leaves would mask the trials of futures gone with a rich diversity of green.

This old town has no such luck. The ripped shreds laid bare for the townsfolk to admire, to tut and cluck over how they themselves have been forgotten. The town being their symbol, their pride. Like an injured soldier lying alongside his men - the town carried by others around it - it's competition - but also it's saviours.

Old school Truro, thriving, occasionally spitting a person from its streets only to find them wandering, bewildered, down Austells paths. Plymouth, from ages gone, sending visitors for the peace and beauty of Cornwall, perhaps a stumble into the town and they find a torn community... the embarrassment of being held by others all to evident in the half hearted attempts at restoration.

And what they don't know - what they don't care - is that, were they to do something, anything - not only would they give life to a place - they would be giving life to the people.

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This was posted by Jess as a comment to Bitumen.Thanks Jess:)

More poems and prose please, either anonamouly as comments or via email.

The Discovery of The Grampound Line

On these thinnest of pages in the year of our Lord, two thousand and seven, we did make astute mention of the profound discrepancy between the charts of the lands of St Austell and those of the City 'pon the Fal. Ere was this revelation made, yet was't unknown where be the line that doth sever the twain.


Now, after an unremarkable expedition, save for the discovery that led to the forthcoming pronouncenement, it can be revealed that this line of cartographical contention lies in the very midst of the ancient township of Grampound.

Great Restormel Roast Review: The Ship In, Pentewan, GRRR#5

On Sunday we went for a lovely walk in the most lovely Pentewan valley. What a special place King's Wood is. Afterwards we all went to the Ship Inn in Pentewan for the the Great Restormel Roast Review. We walked in and were not greeted in any sense. Maybe a nod. The service wasn't very friendly throughout the lunch. In all the other Roast reviews we have always been met with a smile, but not here, and it does make a difference. Whatever the attraction of a pub roast, part of it is that homeliness that a good pub can sprinkle on your Sunday.

The roasts at The Ship cost £6.95, from a carvery.

We ordered a kids fish a chips and which was tangably minging and took twenty one minutes to come - how anal is that, these reviews have induced me to start timing restaurant meal delivery times. Once the kids' food was there, it was time for the roasting.



Pros

• The Pentewan valley and the village and the beach are lovely.
• Ummm... The roast at £6.95. That's a good price.
  

Cons

• The Beef - This was pale, like an old man's wrist. There was a lot of it, but it wasn't very good - tough like the boots of the aforementioned old man.
  
• No Greens - Is cabbage a green? It might be, but not when it's been boiled to the point that it has reverted to prime matter. Other than the non-green cabbage, there were no greens. This cannot be!
• Roasties - Dried by the carvery's incandescent sun to form a dessicated fluff, trapped in a leathery carapace.
• Carrots - The warm side of raw.
  
• Yorkshire Pudding - Bad. A tasteless dough.
• Gravy - Very herby. Very bland.
  

Conclusion

I don't like giving bad reviews. In fact it's pretty hard to do. But at the end of the day, when it comes to reviewing Sunday roasts, you either keep your integrity or you lose it. I feel a bit sorry for the Ship Inn, Lerryn; they got a really bad review but I got the impression that on another day they could have got much much better. I didn't get this with the Pentewan Ship. The unhappy service, the lazy lasered carvery and the lack of any real thought in the food created an experience that oozed pure under-averageness. A generous five out of ten.

1^st The Western Inn, St Austell – 8/10

2^nd The Britannia Inn, St Austell – 7/10

3^rd The Polgooth Inn, Polgooth – 6/10

4th The Ship Inn, Pentewan - 5/10

5th The Ship Inn, Lerynn – 4/10

Logically Sound Thai Supermarket Sells Noodles and More

When I walked out of St Austell's new Lanna Thai Supermarket on Saturday I was given some advice by the proprietor. It is, and I quote verbatim:

"Things are more like today than they ever have been before."

If you think that's strange, wait until you hear how she gave me this advice. She... get this... printed it on a piece of paper and then baked it in a small crispy cookie shell parcel! No lie, brothers and sisters, no lie.


Sure, it was a weird thing to tell me, but her logic couldn't be faulted. I had every reason to trust her, and now I have been there three times in as many days. This is what I have found.



I don't feel like chicken tonight.

As well as 3-D Macrospectrometry, the Asians invented the food paste. They were the first, and the consensus is they still are the best. Nobody can pack more flavour, colour and aroma into a paste, powder or sauce as the Asians. One jar of paste is worth four jars of the Western version of oriental sauces you get in Asda et al. You can get various curry pastes in the Lanna Thai Supermarket, as well as non-curry dishes and soups.

We got a jar of Tom Yam paste on Saturday and some thick white wet noodles (from Japan) from the new shop. We nashed to Lidl and got some veggies. Stir fried the veggies and the noodles, added two tea spoons of paste and some water and it was delicious.

St Austell Packet Noodles

I also got some little packet noodles. These are about 40p, so, much more expensive than in Lidl or Asda. I had one for lunch on Monday, upgraded with a bit of spring onion. I eat a lot of noodles and these were really good as well - the one I had today had three separate sachets in with the noodles. If someone is will to go that extra sachet mile for me, I'm happy to pay the extra twenty pence.

Dinner for the kids tonight was Thai packet noodles, one packet of chicken flavored (40p) as recommended by Uri for kids. I added the chilli sachet by accident -the two- year-old thought it too spicy, it made her cry a little. Goal! The four year old loved it.


I can believe it's not butter

The best drink in the world is the King Coconut, or Thambili, from Sri Lanka. If that sounds really pretentious, I'm sorry, but I can't get across what a magical elixir of life and goodness this stuff is. I go to Sri Lanka a lot and its one of the things I really look forward to. The Lanna Thai Supermarket sells them, well, it sells the slightly inferior but still just divine Thai baby coconut. So nice. The babies cost two quid and are really environmentally unfreindly so snap them up before the EU whacks a supertax on foodstuffs that are 95% packaging, even if in this case it is natural.


They also sell the cans of the not quite as nice processed version which is still yummy - I bought one can and we had a family row over it, which was only solved after buying two more.

Green Thai Ruby


Uri said she had two types of green curry, one the Rolls Royce and one the BMW. I asked her what Asda sold, she thought for a bit then said "Vauxhaul," with a big smile. She also gave me the coconut cream I would need, some fresh baby aubergines, some weird stuff called something like "ong choy". I also got some green noodles, another can of cocconut drink and potted verbal instructions on how to make the green curry. It was simple and soooo nice.


One night in Bannock and the world is your oyster mushroom etc etc

I have been to Thialand a few times and it has so much to offer: the people, the temples, the ladyboys, the food....The food is especially yummy and the fact that it's so easy to cook at home, if you have the ingredients, makes it a double-whammy yummy. These supermarkets that dominate the town from its edges might be convenient but they don't have the kind of food or community contribution that Uri's, Smorger's Delicatessen or even the butcher's in Vicaridge Place has.

Good luck to Uri and Lanna Thai Supermarket.

St Austell Gets Half Price Therapy

Thanks to Duckworth Potter estate agents for letting me borrow their camera today.

Review: Tengo, St Austell

When Tengo opened in St Austell, it was perhaps expected to herald a new dawn of frapuccino frolics and latte laughter. The days of curling sliced egg sandwiches accompanied by weak tea were over, replaced by mexican wraps and sparkling water. Surely the rest of the town would follow in Tengo's footsteps and finally leave the dark days of the seventies behind?

Well, it didn't, so Tengo remains the very pinnacle of modernity in the mess of charity shops and pasty emporia that is Fore Street. The menu is fresh and contemporary, eschewing sausage rolls and iced buns in favour of salads, pizza, sandwiches and soups, as well as a range of cakes and cookies. Price-wise, it's incredibly good value, averaging only around £2.50 for a sandwich and £1.50 for a coffee.

When we ate there last Saturday, things got off to a poor start with service so slow we almost walked out. The door was propped open despite the lowest temperatures this winter, and I noticed that the interior's modern crispness has lost a bit of its shine. But the food, when it arrived, was good, if nothing special. I had a wrap and a salad (I was very hungry), both of which were fresh and very filling but a little bland. My partner had spicy chicken salad and a prawn wrap, both of which were "nothing special" but the salad itself was good.


Tengo does have a dedicated restaurant hidden away upstairs, which might well be superb for all I know. As for the cafe itself, it's essentially a sandwich bar with tables. And that's no bad thing: it's neither twee nor tatty, and it sells the kind of food that young people prefer to toasted teacakes. The food itself is perfectly adequate, the coffee is fantastic and the opportunities for people-watching are good.


Scores: (As a sandwich bar, not a restaurant or cafe etc)

Food:6/10
Service: 6/10
Ambiance: 5/10
Overall: 6/10

Betty

Western Inn In Al Quaida Paella Scandal

We were going to go out for dinner with my mum and dad and the kids tonight to a gastro-pub in Newquay, thanks to The Times' 'Eat out For A Tenner for Two Courses' promotion. Unfortunately, my domestic assistant lost the vouchers so we were at a loss. Where to go? The thought process went a little something like this: "Its the Wezzer, Seven Stars or White Hart?" "Wezzer?" "Yeah." Now we feel a bit on edge because we reviewed them as part of the GRRR and they got a good score and we don't want to be seen as in any way biased. It's hard, don't ya know. But I think it's fair to say that collectively we were all very impartial for the review. Let's not focus to much... instead let's just give the lowdown:

• Half of us had the special from the main dinner menu. The special menu was just under a tenner for starter, side dish and main. There was a good selection of Spanish food but.... see below.
  

• The fish and chips, eaten by my mum, was described initially as a 9 out of 10. I had to batter her down. "What, are you crazy, woman!!! Are you saying it's up there with the best ever fish and chips ever? That's what a ten is, don't ya hear me!!!" After some thought it was given an 8/10. I'd like to add that my mum, aka The Angemeister, thought the fish was as good in quality and cooking as Rick Stein's fish and chip shop restaurant/haberdashery.
• The mussels - we had two types. The marinere and the Spanish. The standard marinere was far better in flavour than the themed version. Great quality Fowey river Mussels.
• The Vegetarian - The vegetarian with us was pretty blown away by her starter, a patatas bravas/ alli oli combo (8.5/10).
  
• The Paella - This was Spanish night and there was no Paella. Thats like having an Indian night and not having curry. They did have a vegetarian paella but as this lacked saffron it cannot be classed as paella under new EU directive 200/13/EC. However, my domestic assistant did rate this mockery of a Spanish main course an above average 7/10, even with the missing crocus jizz.

The Western Inn isn't a restaurant. It isn't a gastro-pub. It is an unassuming local that has recently started doing some unexpectedly impressive food. For me the best assessment of it is that my folks, who are pretty critical of things (such as me, and everything I have ever done or not not done. Why can't you just let me be me?!) were pleasantly surprised at the quality, service and atmosphere (apart from the smoke).

Viva La Wezzer!

Maybe My Memorable Meeting in Midcornwall is Mentioned in the Unmentionables?