Over the bank holiday weekend we went on a guided walk of some of the local wells. Why go on a tour of the local wells? Well, (tee hee!) it was fascinating finding out stuff such as the reason why a stretch of wall near my mum’s house randomly has an arch is because it was once the site of a public water pump. I’ve blindly walked past this arch without giving a second thought while I was growing up and I would never have guessed that there was any more of a reason for the arch other than somebody sometime fancied one there.

This is relatively recent history (folks in St. Just still drank from wells & pumps up until the 1950s and 60s) and yet most of the sites have either been built over, capped or ruined by the various permutations over the years of the local water board.

The tour was by Rory Te’Tigo of the Stone Age Studio who has had a crack at uncovering and to an extent restoring a number of the local wells in the area.

Somebody has been very very silly: Bank customer data sold on eBay. I know publicity is supposed to be beneficial whether it’s good or bad but who’s going to trust their data to that archiving firm now?

The weather has continued to be unsettled but we’ve been spoiled with the sunsets. Well done solar system.

Nice pose by the mine stack there

Lonely bench

Can’t have a walk near Cape Cornwall without a photo of the Brisons

These granite benches have apparently been the source of some local ire

Heeeeeeeeeeere’s Johnny! I mean Cape Cornwall

You don’t need me to tell you that this summer hasn’t exactly been great as far as the weather is concerned. Having said that I don’t think it has been as bad as last year (at least down here anyway), so I’m surprised to hear that the Minack Theatre (Warning! Purple alert!) has been having a bit of a rough season - having to resort to cancelling shows much more than usual because of the wet weather.

Still, seeing as the Minack Theatre is an open air amphitheatre with the Atlantic as a backdrop you’re going to have to take the wet with the spectacular!

Last weekend I cleared out some old comics of mine from my mum’s house. Flicking through them I was surprised that along with the usual suspects (Spider-Man, The Avengers, etc) I’d managed to get some relative obscurities such as Moonknight and Machine Man just to name a couple. Not bad for a wee nipper!

The other surprise was the realisation that back then I didn’t have to travel to a comics specialist (or anything along those lines) but was able to get my hands on a decent selection of titles just down the road in humble St. Just. How far would I need to travel these days if I felt the urge to feed my inner comics geek?