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.