The river was in spate at Lostwithiel for this winter re-visit. Recent storms had coincided with spring tides and an onshore wind further down the River Fowey. Up here, debris had been washed down from the waterlogged fields. While the busy town enjoyed the extra weekend visitors, this spot by the old bridge was an ideal spot for reflection and an appreciation of nature.
Peter’s eulogy to Lostwithiel.
The full flowing river through Lostwithiel.
It was an auction day in Lostwithiel, the antiques capital of Cornwall, so the town was full of people. After filming at the medieval bridge, the rain took me inside, where I chatted to the proprietors of two local businesses, in the shelter of their premises. Lostwithiel is steeped in history, with a proud commercial heritage. The businesses are nearly all owner-run, characterful and varied, making a trip to the town great fun.
The river that runs through Lostwithiel, down to Fowey and out to sea.
Chatting to Pippa and her daughter, Hannah, at their business.
Claire explains how beach images stay with her, forever.
1940’s Day at Lostwithiel led me up the Fowey River to do my first non-beach manonabeach. The day was great fun, with all the town dressed in character for the last War. I was able to film the Tea dance and chat to a member of the South West Battle Group re-enactment club. The town has all the facilities you would want and is a great place for a visit, with a strong sense of history as a stannary town, plus antique shops galore. There’s a church in the centre of the town with a particularly interesting font, placed right on the junction of the St Michael and St Mary ley lines, if that’s your thing.
The tranquility of the upper reaches of the Fowey River at Lostwithiel.
My chat with a member of the South West Battle Group re-enactment society, on 1940’s Day in Lostwithiel.