
Before the Railway: How Perran's Iron Ore Reached the Sea
Gravel Hill’s ore had the Atlantic at its feet. Reaching a ship still meant going up a cliff, along a road and into somebody else’s working day.
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Gravel Hill’s ore had the Atlantic at its feet. Reaching a ship still meant going up a cliff, along a road and into somebody else’s working day.

The families who built ships, the merchant who fought the mud, and a working river with very little interest in anyone's timetable.

Ore from Newquay crossed the Gannel to be processed near Crantock. A forgotten works connects the town’s mines to the opposite bank.

A strange cry on the Gannel acquired a surprisingly useful ghost story. Its real setting was a crossing where the tide decided when the journey ended.

Seven churches, a corrupt city and three days of divine weather: Langarrow is a magnificent legend, rooted in a landscape that really did disappear beneath sand.

The hollows beside Fern Pit have attracted explanations for more than a century. Their history is easier to establish than their purpose.

A mine beneath a familiar view, children whose wages went straight home, and a hillside that kept finding new jobs after the digging stopped.