The Bush Inn, Morwestowe.

When I was a spy at GCHQ Bude we were a few miles away from one of Kenow's remotest, quitest and unspoilt villages. So please don't go there, dear readers.

It was about 1978 when I first visited - a lunchtime break in the great British tradition of going down the pub for lunch. Which in fact was an excuse to slip a couple of pints down your neck.

Anyway in those days it was run by Beryl and Jim, God bless them - although Jim wasn't to keen on the Americans that we used to take with us. A bit too load and mouthy for him!

At lunchtimes the menu choice was stew or stew. I believe that this pot of stew was permamently on the boil and that Beryl would occasionally throw in a rat, a lamb, a cabbage and a carrott as she passed to keep the pot boiling.

Opposite the pub, on the far corner of the green stood Morwenstowe Church where the Reverand Hawker once reigned - bit of a lad he was - but more of that another day. In his spare time he wrote Kernow's national anthem "Trelawneys Men".

In the summer you entered the village through miles and miles of wild foxgloves nodding their beautiful pink and white heads invitingly towards you, as if to say, "Welcome to Summer" -
which incidentally is arriving early this year.

Gweles yw krysi

Gordon