The journey down
from Bath was gloriously uneventful. Barring the unfortunate child 3 seats
back, bored literally to tears, who boarded the train with us in Bath and at St
Austell left us to enjoy the final few
miles. With the dubious Christmas songs from further down the carriage, we ran
down from St Erth and in to Penzance.
Montol on December 21st is a recently revived festival of
the Winter Solstice.
We joined the parade
up to the prehistoric Lescudjack Hill Fort where the 'Lord of Misrule' lit the
beacon fire an dances were performed.
With a gale of some
40 mph blowing the dry timber in the beacon didn't last long before being blown
through the lee of the basket. The walk back down to
town was a much less ordered affair and we left the group at Leskinnick Street
to enjoy a fine pint of the Cornish Crown Brewery's Porter in the Crown.
