A ghost town where the land ends....

A sunny Saturday afternoon found me heading west along the A394 through Penzance in search of an ancient, ruined village called Chysauster that occupies the South West slopes of the Carnaquidden Downs 4 miles north of Penzance on the Land's End Peninsula. The low-angled, late autumn sunshine offered a perfect opportunity to enjoy the contours of this abandoned settlement and a chance to imagine life on the peninsula almost 2000 years ago.



Dated to the later Iron Age, this ancient village is thought to have continued in use during the Roman occupation. Chysauster is a fantastic example of an Iron Age and Romano-British village. The village appears to have been built between the first and third centuries AD probably by the local Cornish Britons of the Dumnonii tribe.

The settlement was largely self-sufficient, growing its own cereal crops, supplemented by dairy produce and meat from livestock. Evidence for such a farming economy has been confirmed, and traces of food crop enclosures can still be seen. It was probably occupied for only a relatively short period. The courtyard houses are unique to West Penwith (Land's End Peninsula) and the Isles of Scilly.


It is possible that the settlers bartered for what little they had by trading in nuggets of tin, which they collected from the streams and river-beds throughout the region. "Tin-streaming", as it is known, is thought to have brought the natives luxury goods by way of trade from the nearby port of Ictis (St. Michael's Mount).


A field system in the vicinity indicates that Chysauster was a farming community. The nearby hill fort of Castle-an-Dinas may have been a contemporary refuge for the occupants of the village in times of strife.

There are nine large oval houses, eight of which are arranged in pairs along a street. Some are very well preserved. There are also the remains of several outlying buildings in the surrounding fields.

Each dwelling is an oval shaped stone-built complex around 28 metres long oriented on an east-west axis, with the entrance in the east. The basic plan of each house consists of a central open courtyard which leads to circular living room opposite the entrance. Smaller rooms are built into the walls which may have been used for storage and keeping animals.

The walls are as thick as 4m in places and survive to heights of up to 3 metres. They may once have been plastered with mud and limewashed like more recent houses.
The main rooms feature a central flat stone socket hole, for a wooden post to support the thatched or turf roof. In some of the houses there is evidence of open hearths, covered stone drains and a stone basin or 'quern' for grinding grain can be seen at the site. The remains of terraced garden plots can be seen attached to the houses.

The site has been excavated on many occasions, and some reports claim that several sections of the village were incorrectly reinstated in the wake of previous excavations.

The site also contains a fogou (Cornish for cave) - an underground chamber of unknown purpose. The fogou at Chysauster is in a derelict state and was blocked up in the 1980's for safety reasons. A much better example of a fogou canbe found at Carn Euny.

In the early nineteenth century, people came to Chysauster to listen to Methodist preachers who liked to use the village as an open-air pulpit. Now the site is maintained by English Heritage.

The walls support a diverse flora of ferns, mosses and lichens. While pacing the site, curlew could be heard in the adjacent fields, winter feeding finch flocks passed overhead as the sun set. On leaving the hill, I came across two young foxes quartering the hedges for rabbits.

Sources:
megalithic.co.uk
roman-britain.org
cornwall-online.co.uk
english-heritage.org.uk
britain-express.com
themodernantiquarian.com

Things that go bump in the night....

Picture the scene if you will.... Two zombies, a witch, a blind washerwoman, a damned huntsman, three hell hounds, a 'passing vampire', the White Lady of Godolphin, two ghoulish smugglers, a wood wose, a goblin and a ghost hunter all sat round a table on the evening of All Souls, swapping tales over a crate of lager, bottles of wine, hunks of buttered crusty bread, a box of mince pies and a packet of chocolate muffins.


You will no doubt have deduced that I'm describing a Hallowe'en party. The additional fun element was that we were all National Trust staff debriefing after a hard night's haunting on the woods and heaths of the Godolphin Estate. The National Trust runs ghostwalks annually on Hallowe'en at several properties in the region. The rangers here alternate the local event between Godolphin House and Penrose. This year was Godolphin's turn so Julie Hanson, the Area Warden, kindly allowed the Count House to be commandeered as a backstage dressing room stocked with masks, ragged costumes, plastic fangs, face paint and fake blood.

Each year we are over-booked and normally full by the end of September. Matters were made worse by the accidental mention we got in the local paper. Only 5 or 6 families can come each time so that numbers can stay manageable; children don't get lost in the dark and the eerie intimacy of the night's experience isn't lost in a blaze of torchlight.




Mark Harandon, the part-time warden at Godolphin is also a professional storyteller and it falls to him each time to concoct a horrific tale and a tour punctuated by various characters along the way. Each of the wardens and volunteers were given their roles and a dusting of suggested lines and stage directions and given free rein to improvise costumes and polish their acts.

The success of the evening relies on Mark leading a bewildered band of stumbling children and their parents through darkened woodland paths while spinning his spooky yarn. The rest of us then manifest ourselves on queue - often having to disappear into the darkness again and change quickly into another costume in time for the next ambush.

I had to be a howling hound and then a Smeagol-like wood goblin.
Changing out of a dark boiler suit into a white disposable hooded overall by torchlight in a patch of brambles was an unrehearsed experience - but Smeagol was in position by the bridge just as the zombies gave their moan.

After the frights of the night, the volunteers headed down (in costume) to the Blue Anchor in Helston - a famed micro-brewery which boasts 4 different kinds of 'Spingo' ale. We joined the pub quiz at the beginning of round 3, won 4 free pints (which was useful as we ran out of money) and came a gracious 2nd by half a point.

Gate Widening near Chyvarloe

If a job's worth doing - it's worth doing well....

The Problem:
A tenant farmer on the Gunwalloe/Chyvarloe Estate needed to access a field with a tractor in order to flail the hedges in the field margins. The gates were too small to allow him access as they had been built over 100 years ago. The gate posts were made of quarried granite which is in the traditional Cornish style.


The Solution:

Firstly, blackthorn scrub was cleared from the gateway with a brushcutter and a small section of Cornish hedge adjacent to the granite gate post to be moved was dismantled. The gatepost was dug out with a digging bar and then lifted with a strop attached to the front-loader of a tractor. The old hole was filled in and the soil compacted before measuring out the required gateway width and relocating the hole with a line in order to ensure the correct alignment of the gate relative to the track.

The granite was placed into the new post hole with the tractor once it had been checked for the correct depth. It was guided into position using line and a bubble level to make sure that it was vertical and that its face was aligned with that of its counterpart. Rock and soil was compacted around the post with a digging bar to hold it in position as the hole was filled equally and gradually.

Once the post was securely in place, the gate was resized to the required width by extending the rails with mortice and tenon jointing. Hinge pins then needed to be located on the posts by holding the gate against the posts. The holes were then drilled with a DeWalt industrial hammer drill run off a generator to provide the required power to hammer through granite. The hinge pins were knocked into place and secured with epoxy resin.

The gate was secured to the post with a locked chain and the latch was was secured to the gate with a fencing staple to deter theft of vandalism.



The adjacent section of Cornish hedge was restored and a small section of post and rail was installed to make it stock proof.


The gate now opens onto the track, blocking the thoroughfare when fully open and can remain in this position. This is useful for herding cattle into the field when coming up the track.

A Tale of Two Granites...

Two Fridays ago I was assigned to install the granite supports for a new bench by a path overlooking the lake on the estate.
Post holes were dug painstakingly in the stoney soil with iron digging bars. Shale and sandstone made hard work of just 2ft. Removal of rubble was made easier by a shove-holer.



Hardly the Collossi of Memnon; but fit for purpose and ready for the sweet chestnut seat. Each post was lowered into place using rope and checked with a level for horizontal and vertical alignment. A plank was placed against the face of the first post to help with the alignment of the second. Soil and rubble was packed down around the posts using the digging bar to hold them in place.


A brief siesta on the lakeshore was a good time to reflect on the week's work.







Granite is a traditional building material you will find used throughout the county for houses, flooring, worktops, Cornish hedges, walls, gate posts, gravestones, monuments and other ancillary structures.

Granite is a widely occuring medium to course grained igneous rock which is nearly always massive, hard and tough, and for this reason it has gained widespread use as a construction stone. Outcrops of granite tend to form tors, rounded massifs, and terrains of rounded boulders cropping out of flat, sandy soils.

Cornish granite - sourced from quarries like those in Bodmin and Longdowns near Falmouth - is softer than Scottish granite or Cumbrian shap granite. The upland spine of Cornwall consists of a series of granite intrusions. From east to west, and with descending altitude, these are Bodmin Moor, the area north of St Austell, the area around Camborne, and the Penwith or Land's End peninsula. These intrusions are the central part of the granite outcrops of south-west England, which include Dartmoor to the east in Devon and the Isles of Scilly to the west, the latter now being partially submerged.

A drawback of living in an area with granite bedrock can be the possible presence of radon. Radon is a natural radioactive gas found in the earth. You can't see or smell it, and outdoors it rarely accumulates to significant levels. But when levels do build up, especially inside buildings, it can cause health problems. Studies in the US and UK suggest that indoor radon exposure is the second leading cause of lung cancer deaths after smoking. Radon in the water supply has been linked to intestinal cancers.

Radon is released when uranium radioactively decays into lead. It moves through cracks and fissures within the subsoil into the atmosphere or spaces under and in dwellings. Soils containing high levels of uranium include granite, which explains why Cornwall is often affected. But uranium also occurs Derbyshire limestone, Northamptonshire ironstone and in the red sanstone of Somerset.

The Building Research Establishment website contains some comprehensive advice regarding the hazards, and precautions associated with a radon risk. The Health Protection Agency is also an excellent resource for all that house buyers or home owners might need to know about radon risks.

A bimble through Trengwainton Gardens

I spent this morning online working on a couple of projects - but by late afternoon I needed a screen break and some fresh air. I decided to make use of my National Trust Volunteer Card which gives me free entry to a number of places closeby. I payed a visit to Trengwainton Gardens just a couple of miles the other side of Penzance. It was a good way to spend a late Sunday afternoon. I took a few pictures to show you around....

Trengwainton Gardens is a National Trust property that covers nearly 100 acres of shrub garden, bog garden and walled gardens, which overlook Mount's Bay. It climbs gently uphill for a third of a mile following a little stream.




The garden faces due south and has a gentle micro-climate which experiences very few hard frosts. This creates the conditions needed to cultivate the rich collection of rhododendrons, magnolias, camellias and many tender and half-hardy species that cannot be grown in the open anywhere else in England.


Trengwainton is largely a 20th century creation although there has been a house here at least since the 16th century. Lieutenant Colonel Sir Edward Bolitho, whose family came here in 1857, began work on the garden after he inherited the rambling Victorian house in 1925.



Graham Stuart Thomas wrote that 'Sir Edward gardened, as he used to say, "above the knee", which was his way of informing one that lowly plants did not interest him. In fact he would walk regardlessly through primroses, cyclamens and daffodils to point out to me yet another of his special treasures'.



The tortuous paths overhung with Australian Dicksonia tree ferns give it an intimate Jurassic feel. The rhododendrons are ideally suited to the acid soil here.





The framework of the garden dates back to the early 19th century when Rose Price, the son of a wealthy West Indian sugar planter, planted a series of tall beech trees and oaks along the line of the stream creating a structure for the garden and giving shelter to the family home; protecting Trengwainton from westerly gales.




At this time of year the the garden is a soothing warren of deep green that tunnels through feathery bamboo, eucalyptus and fern fronds which line the course of the stream.








Lillies and fuchsia punctuate the lush gloom with splashes of white red, pink and purple and hydrangea fill patches of the understorey with pale blue.











Paths lead up to a terrace and summer houses with stunning views across Mount's Bay to The Lizard.










Price used much of his income from the Jamaican plantations to create the unusual walled garden, remodelling the contours of the land, creating terraces, along the south and west facing slopes of the hillside. He used brick, a warmer but more expensive material than the local granite, to build a series of compartments.



The dividing walls between each separate garden have a steeply sloped bed of banked-up soil on their western side. This is a rare survival of a practice that was common in the late 18th and early 19th centuries. The south- and west-facing slopes receive the full benefit of the sun. Here early crops of vegetables are produced and tender plants cultivated.


Each compartment has a small lawn, surrounded by borders filled with tender species of shrub and plants including camellias, passionflowers and rhododendrons collected on an expedition to the Himalayas in 1927-8; which Lt. Col. Sir Edward Bolitho partially funded.






I drove back through Penzance out of curiousity. Despite a plethora of B&Bs , a bingo hall, a pirate souvenir shop and other trappings of a seaside resort town, its does seem to hold onto its original character as a functional port. The view of St Michaels Mount haunts the bay and no doubt makes the recently developed apartments on the front highly desirable real estate.

We made it into the local paper!

The local paper, The West Briton gave our beach litter survey efforts a shout this week together with those by a group on the neighbouring beach who even organised a SCUBA sweep of the nearshore. The photo is of their group, not ours and deservedly so. See the scan below (click to enlarge).

It seems I have been quoted as 'a Spokesman for the National Trust' - so perhaps it was just as well I cleared the press release with the management! The West Briton got their facts a little wrong about our survey results but the gist of the article is ok and hopefully will go some way to raising awareness about the sources of beach pollution and its effects on the local environment without sounding like yet another eco-nag.

You can see the online article here.

My Back Garden....

Here are a few more photos of the estate I live on.


Penrose House is still lived in by the owner, but the grounds now belong to the National Trust and the stables and out-buildings have been converted into a holiday cottage, office space and storage buildings. Part of my job involves mowing its extensive lawns (yawn) but at least this affords a good chance to find toads and watch the buzzards which call constantly overhead....






A view of the lake....





A great collection of mature Macrocarpa Monterey Cypress which lend an impressive structural element to views of the lake shore....

Cattle are grazed in the grounds by the reedbeds....







The beach at the seaward end of the estate is part of a 4 mile stretch from Porthleven in the north to Gunwalloe Fishing Cove in the south. This beach has been the scene of many shipwrecks in the past. Loe Bar is composed of small stones, some semi-precious, and separates an inland pool from the sea.


At Porthleven, famous for its crab and lobsters, there is a small sandy beach below the pier and opposite the channel. From here southwards, are areas of rock and sand until you reach the Bar. There are plenty of grassy areas on which to laze, but the beach shelves steeply causing whats known as a 'reef break' and due to strong currents is not suitable for swimming.


I've spent several evenings already watching the sun go down on the Bar. There's a tranquil warm tone to the sand and rocks in the last hour of daylight. Each time I've been there, if the wind is not too strong, a small flock of ringed plover will arrive and browse the shingle for flies, darting this way and that to snatch them from the weed.