| Issue 57 Foreword |
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Page 1 of 2 I went off on a stag do recently, I was best man so I had to make an appearance somewhere along the line. Off we went to Lanhydrock for some clay pigeon shooting in a minibus and it was all very jolly. It was all very well behaved as all the stags were of a more mature age and most of us had children. Even the groom-to-be already had a child with his fiancé. Seems that these days the norm is to have children first and get married afterwards. Anyway, Cornwall’s a big country and they seem to be building new roads everywhere. Now I’m a traveled man and been around a bit but as soon as we got up on the new A30 near Goss Moor and we had to turn off, we all starting feeling lost.  A Cornish lane near Carn Brea, now don’t get lost. Picture by Adam Gibbard. If you plonk me in any back lane in Cornwall, I’ll find my way to where I want to go. I’ve got a nose for direction and failing that, I’ll just pull over and ask first person I see. It’s in these back lanes that you find the real Cornwall. When we were shooting, it was bitterly cold and we all couldn’t wait to get back in van and go for a pint. After we fired our last shots, we drove to this little place called Lanivet – I’d never been there before – and called into The Panda. It’s actually called the Lanivet Inn but has a panda on its sign as bamboo from a nearby farm was grown to feed the first panda that came to Britain in 1937 and the name stuck. Anyway, we were in the Panda having some good Cornish food and some good Cornish ale and everyone there was chatting to us getting on great. We all thought this is the real Cornwall, let’s stay here all night and give Newquay a miss. Once I was lost down out Helford way trying to find somewhere or other. I came across a pub. So I parked up, wandered over to the inn, opened the door and walked in. |
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