Gwennap is the village where my Dad based one of his novels, inspired by a gravestone in the Churchyard. Today we drove down there, parked outside the church and walked some of the route of the novel, alongside the stream, where, in the novel, “Jeremy Visick”, Matthew’s father washed his car, up the lane at the side of the Churchyard where Matthew picked blackberries, beside the avenue of yew trees and it was such a lovely walk. It was almost silent apart from the hum of bees and the gurgling of the little stream – the most peaceful walk we have had in months meeting not another soul. Join us along that walk and into the little village.
Over the fields
Woods
Field of grain
Wheat? Barley?
Path for next time
Lane and gate
Village library
Chimney full of Lobelia
Village pump
