we decided to take a drive to Mevagissey - a village that is on my family tree. a seaside village with connections to pirates and witches.. sounds perfect to me!
as we drove in to the village, we saw the church and found some free parking! after a walk around the graves in the church grounds,
we made our way down the hill - past traditional Cornish cottages. In all their glory.
for some reason the white house on the right [above], called to me.. I cannot explain, except I do believe this house holds ancestral ties.. i will never know of course..
to find somewhere to have morning tea
.. it was so nice to sit in a little cafe in Mevagissey. a place where some of my long ago ancestors once lived - to see a gorgeous vibrant village that still had an original feel to it. To know that yes, my ancestors had lived and worked here..it may have changed, quite abit... but it was still a lovely village
I sat and ate Saffron Cake [which is exactly like raisin toast but is flavoured with saffron] and looked out the window..
and felt like this village had been saved for this day, for me to discover.. and love.. "after I had pretty much hit rock bottom, yesterday.. the ancestors have allowed me to see that Cornwall is not my home .. but have now shown me that it still has its charm in places. all is not lost. It was like a reward. A Yule tide gift.. a return of my own inner light and joy...." - I felt like I belonged here, like I had been here before, like the village was welcoming me. Like I was a local, really.
then we walked around the narrow roads,
up the hill past the small sheltered harbour.
Often having to duck into door ways to allow cars to park.. there were not many footpaths here!
down along the pier where many fishing boats were moored for winter...
up and down the tiniest laneways,
between houses that all seemed to be built upon each other.
at one time ending up in someones garden [ he came out to see what we were doing, and we ended up chatting with him for awhile]
then for lunch..
we decided to go to an old pub which the man with the garden had recommended ... we had cod and chip [must say that the fish here is no where as tasty as our fish from home]... then Joe discovered a witches shop.. and I bought myself a witch to hang in my home..
then a cup of tea before heading back up the hill to the car. It seems all we do is eat!!
I went into the church yard again and found the door open..
I was invited in by the church ladies who were decorating for Christmas.. one was very friendly, the other gruff.. but they both invited me back to Christmas carols.. at 4pm on Sunday..would love to see you they said..
as I walked from the church, I went back to visit my ancestors grave and took a closer picture so that I might see some of the writing
and on closer inspection, I saw a gift
an angel, on the headstone, carved into it, naively - a gift from my ancestors!!... and I heard a voice say to me
'enjoy the rest of your time in Cornwall... you have come to our home which is no longer yours.. we have planted the seeds of you, for you and we can rest and are happy with what we see'
[as crazy as that may sound, I heard these words, whispered to me in that graveyard] - I honestly felt more peace and settling come over me at that moment..
---> back home to pack for our next part of our journey.. to Fowey ~ dinner at the Polgooth Pub.. where many were having a Christmas drink with friends.. and i think we both felt a little lost..
and I know for certain that this time of year is meant to be spent with family and friends.. and having christmas drinks on decks.. it is meant for me to be at home, wrapping gifts and visiting.. and it has taken this trip for me to realize that... Joe and I had a drink and laughed about things together.. and kept telling each other that the rest of the trip will go fast and once again we will be traipsing through airports with vast amounts of luggage.. but this time it will be us returning home. home for both of us.
so, all in all.. a nice day, discovering some more ancestors, seeing where they lived and just sightseeing.. Mevagissey.. a place that resonated with me.. like a home.. not the gut wrenching connection i had at the Abbey in Glastonbury, nor the deep emotional connection that i felt at Perranuthunoe.. but a nice, settling belonging.. one of comfort [and joy]..
it rained all last night and looking out the window, it seems as if we may have had at least 6ins of rain overnight. Haven't heard the news for flood warnings today... off to Fowey for Christmas.