Much celebrated, St Germans Priory was known to me long before moving to the West Country. I remember reading about its great Norman doorway in a book over 30 years ago, so couldn’t believe my luck at being able to see one of England’s finest arched examples close up when I moved to the village.
The first priory was Anglo Saxon and cathedral of the Bishops of Cornwall which is why the building today is sometimes referred to as Cornwall’s Celtic Cathedral. It’s a focal point and stands grandly in front of Port Eliot Estate on the way to the village’s community shop, or before veering off up a side lane for a longer walk.
My young grandson always points out the clock with its gold-coloured hands and numerals, a flag fluttering atop of it on the front tower as we go by. Up the pathway, the lych gate with its appealing wrought iron gates was home of the Community Larder in last year’s restrictions, so this little area was quite important to him, where he might have found a toy or book to keep for a small donation. The larder relocated for the colder months, but he never forgets the original spot.
Although not visible from the road, I must mention the stained glass windows. They are beautiful from the inside, and even more so on a sunny day when the figures of saints and angels’ colours are richer and more vibrant. I’ve taken many photographs of them when attending Christmas markets and summer festivals, which will hopefully resume again in the future.
It’s sad to think the bells have been silent over the last year. I’ve missed the weekly bell-ringers’ practice session, as well as hearing them chiming out to herald weddings and other occasions, and will be giving little a cheer when their melodic tones peel out once more. Happy times, indeed!
Until next time.
Sue. X