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Mylor

A few miles away from Falmouth, Mylor was a pleasant surprise when we discovered the village recently. My son had attended Falmouth university, so family and friends had spent plenty of time in the vicinity, but we had never been there before. I suppose we were always caught up in Falmouth itself, with its independent innovative shops and The National Maritime Museum.

As soon as we left the car, it was apparent that Mylor is a yachting person’s dream. All sorts of sailing vessels are moored up or gliding over the deep blue glittering waters of the River Fal.

We went there for lunch, and our little group opted for Castaways Wine Bar with its seafood and Italian-inspired cuisine. My battered cod and mushy peas were scrumptious, and the other’s pizzas looked appetizing and healthy. We selected traditional meals, even though the complete menu was tempting and more exciting.

Dining in the garden was refreshing with the warm salty breeze, and glorious views overlooking the marina and walkways. Not the spot where you would expect to see Boris Johnson out for an evening stroll, but that’s what happened during the G7 Summit. Imagine the locals’ surprise at suddenly seeing the Prime Minister in their tranquil parish with the hustle and bustle of his entourage.

I can’t resist a pretty church and St Mylor’s was no exception. I learned that it was built on the site of one that was founded by a Breton Prince, St Mylor who landed there in the 5th century. Legend tells the young boy’s hand and one foot were removed and fitted with metal prosthetics. It’s a long tale and too intricate for this blog post, so I’ll let you find out for yourself. Beware. It’s a fascinating, but gory story.

It was only a brief outing, and I’ve been told the creek and surrounding countryside are beautiful. They are perfect for a ramble, so I’ve added the area to my list of places for revisiting, and hopefully, that won’t be too far in the future.

Until next time,
Sue. X

PS. I’m going in search of the words of a poem by A. L. Rowse, ‘How Many Miles to Mylor’, as I’m wondering what the famous Cornish-born historian and author had to say about the village.  

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