I have always been proud to be Cornish by birth, even though my allegiance these days belongs much more to Scotland. Today was a special day with the opportunity to visit my place of birth and the house we lived in for the first few months of my life. Of course I remember very little of this since we left just short of six months after my birth. The residual memory that I have relates to the dog that joined us in Redruth – Friday – but more of him in a later post.
I also got a chance to visit Carn View, the house that we lived in while in Cornwall. It is now lived in by Helen and Alan, who have been there for 16 years. The earliest pictures of me are less than a month after I was born and were taken in the back garden of Carn View. The garden (and hedges) have now gone to be replaced by some aviaries and concrete. Helen and Alan were kind enough to host me for an hour or so and provide Sweaty) me with a cup of tea and a water refill. Some details of the house have not changed.
After these visits, I went “backwards” to Camborne to get an annoying clicking noise on my bike looked at. I thoroughly recommend Aldridge Cycles who looked at, tightened a couple of bolts, but considered it likely that the bottom bracket was giving way. This apparently is not catastrophic, but I might work on getting the bike booked in for a replacement later in the trip. This service was free.
Then it was onwards. I had missed lunch, but decided to stop off for an early Cornish Cream Tea – a must when in the county. Todays total 60.1 km, running total: 181 km. 21 bathtubs in fields – running total: 23.
Down Memory Lane 
Lots of fine photos wonderful that the tiles in the hallway still there.
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The tea looks great
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Hi, I lived in Carn View for about a year from the age of 14-15 in 2000-2001. I also used to hang out in the old hospital with pals and we almost fell down a shaft that was built beneath the cellar when it was derelict. We took lots of photos thinking the place was haunted, but throughout the years, moving and what have you I’ve lost them. It’s great to see these pictures and reminisce of some wonderful times- memories that will remain forever. I’m currently writing a book in which my protagonist returns to the place she lived for a few years during her childhood (Redruth, like myself) and while there investigates a murder linked to the convalescence home that was attached to the building of the old Miner’s hospital. Hence why I’m conducting research and reminding myself what the place looked like. It’s great to see people invested in retaining our history. Keep it up, please.
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I to was born in the same hospital in 1953, I recall my mother saying the maternity ward was on the first floor, there was no lift or stairs so to get back down I along with mum was sent down on a chair lift on the outside of the building. My mother, bless her, is in a care home, Poldhu Mullion, 91 years young!!
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Dear Wayne
Dyda da. My mother never told me much about that time. It would have been her 94th birthday today, so I am delighted that yours is still with us.
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