Cury by Priscilla Oates
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Priscilla Oates brings us the story of a little village on the Lizard, Cury. It was where she was born and is a place to which she has “come back home”.
CURY – the Conversation
“Cury?”
“Where’s that? Never heard of it!”
“That drive through place, just houses and traffic calming things.”
“In Somerset, isn’t it?”
Just some of the reactions you get when you tell someone you come from Cury.
So where is Cury?
It’s a little village on the west side of The Lizard Peninsula, 200ft / 60m above sea level, with a population just below 400 inhabitants. Sited on the top of a hill in full force of good souwesterly gales with two valleys, one runs down to Poldhu cove of Marconi fame, and the other runs down to Gunwalloe Church Cove, nowadays better known for Poldark and other film sets. More importantly to me, it is my home where I was born and bred.
Get off the road through the houses and the speed bumps, come with me and I will show you a settlement inhabited for thousands of years. From extant Iron Age structures and archaeological evidence through the Romano British Period, to early medieval settlements and the present day.
“It’s a bit of a funny name though isn’t it?”
Well, I suppose we could have followed other villages and been called St Cury, instead of Egloscury as we would have been originally. Cury is actually the pet or diminutive version of Corantyn, our saint to whom our church is dedicated. We are not quite sure whether he was a Cornishman or a Breton, however his seat is at the Cathedral in Quimper in Britany. He was apparently not very tall and was referred to as “Little Corantyn”, hence the pet name of Cury. By the way, Corantyn is pronounced “Curantyn”. So, there you are, we are Cury or the place of Little Corantyn. As far as I know the only other name we have had is Chori as we are called in The Domesday Book, but even there you can see the connection.
“Another strange thing I’ve noticed is that there seem to be several different Curys next door to each other according to the village signs”
Yes, it does look a bit like that. Actually, Cury consists of several hamlets and it does not really have a village centre. The original centre is the Church Town where people would have lived around the church. The pub and post office are a good Cornish mile away in Cross Lanes: the village hall is in White Cross. Nanthithet’s claim to fame was the cobbler’s shop. When I was a child the stream ran across the road as a proper ford and the game was to try riding your bike through it without falling off when it was running high a couple of hours after heavy rain. The other hamlet is Millpool, a much bigger settlement during the Middle Ages, but with little to show above ground these days. Although Ron at Transingove has done a considerable amount of dousing and has been able to plot the remains of quite a substantial settlement there.
“The cross in the churchyard isn’t the usual Celtic one is it?”
No, it’s more like a tall waymark stone, although it has an inscribed cross on the south side facing the river, which in earlier times would have been an entry point from the sea. Quite possibly this was Corantyn’s entry / exit point. We don’t really know when the cross was put there. At some point it was removed, perhaps as a result of the Prayer Book Rebellion. It was found much later buried in a ditch under a nearby hedge and restored inside the “Lan” where you see it today. Being so tall, it was a good place to hide from your parents on a Sunday morning! Incidentally, the property opposite the cross has been a tithe barn and a dame school long before any education acts came into being, and a coach house for the squire’s coach and horses while he attended church.
Sometime I’ll take you round the inside of the church. Parts are Norman, and there are Celtic eternal rings carved over the door and we have a lepers’ squint (1). There must have been a monk’s cell here from very early times, probably during the Age of Saints (2). We have a list of priests who served here dating from 1208 with William FitzRichard being the first recorded. His dates are given as 1208 to 1214 with a note that he “died or resigned during the Interdict”. The buildings must have fallen into disrepair as there was a cell of monks sent from Hailes Abbey to build a church to replace a much earlier one on the site. The monks arrived in 1246 and did not leave until c.1450. It is also the right place to tell you about Fr Sandys Wason, highly respected by his congregation and highly disliked by the Methodists who accused him of “Popery”.
The field to the south of the church is known as “Great Court” and there are archaeological remains suggesting it had some connection with the monks although it is believed that they were also active at White Cross. They were Cistercians, the “White Monks” from the colour of their habits. In White Cross there are two place names which suggest that they might have been there. Lamana and Nanplough in earlier Cornish suggesting the fields and lands of the monks. I was born in Lamana, granny’s house, so it is a bit special to me.
White Cross also has three Methodist chapels still standing, only one of which is still used as a chapel. The oldest having been converted into the carpenter’s shop where my father was one of the carpenters, is now a private garage, the other is a large house.
“So, the original settlement was a sort of religious one?”
Well, if you mean the medieval one as opposed to the Romano-British one, yes. Although by Domesday we had three manors in Cury, Bochym, Skewes and Polwin.
Bochym, with its Home Farm is probably the best known, for its ghosts if nothing else. It has a lady ghost who will walk at any time and a team of horses with rattling chains who race from Chypons Hill down the front drive to the front door. Bochym, like most manors, has had its good times and bad. During the Prayer Book Rebellion it was owned by John Winslade who was a leader of the Cornish rebels. When the rebellion was finally crushed he was hanged and dismembered at Tyburn and all his lands were sequestered and given to Sir Peter Carew unless they had already been legally handed over to his wife, Anne. She was indeed the owner of Bochym, so the estate was safe. She later married John Trevanion who unfortunately made sure her son William Winslade would never come into his father’s estates. Trevanion sold Bochym to the Mohuns. Another outcome of Winslade’s position during the Prayer Book Rebellion was that Cury Church was one of the first, if not the first, to conduct its Mass in English. A problem for the parishioners as they did not speak English, only Cornish, but could follow the Mass in Latin.
Skewes was dismembered as a manor quite early on but still has its Home Farm and a claim to fame. In the fifteenth century, John Skewes of Skewes became a lawyer and was admitted to Lincoln’s Inn Fields in 1487. By 1531 he was one of the chief legal officers to Cardinal Wolsey. He became rich and powerful, owning not only Skewes but several other manors throughout Cornwall. When he died, he left 40 pounds to the Church of St Corantyn, Cury, towards the building of an ambulatory on the south side. However, it was not built at the time.
A full biography in modern font can be found by clicking this link
Polwin is probably the least known, but still has its Home Farm. My grandfather was the horseman there in the 1920s and when Mum started school at Church Town, aged 4, she had about a six mile walk to school and back each day along the main road, lanes and across the fields. As she used to remind us, “In all winds and weather”.
“So, Cross Lanes was important then?
Yes, Cross Lanes is on the main Helston to Lizard road and for many years was the commercial hub of the village. In the nineteenth century it not only had a long-standing pub, The Wheel Inn, but also across the road from it was The Temperance Hotel. Sadly, The Wheel has recently closed and all that was left of The Temperance Hotel by the 1950s was the forecourt which is now a lay-by and a beautiful rose from its garden which now blooms in the hedge. The Temperance had stables and a “Put on / Take Off Stone” where an extra horse was either added or removed from the team pulling the wagons and other vehicles either going up or down Bochym Hill. There was a blacksmith’s shop just down the road.
Plans were first drawn up for the Helston Railway to continue from Helston to The Lizard but when this did not materialise, a Jersey Bus, drawn by a team of horses was provided – Cury’s answer to a wild west stagecoach. It had its main stop at the post office near the Wheel Inn. Here, all the post for all other villages on the peninsula was loaded or offloaded. All villages had to send a person to Cury to collect the post for their village. This was an important position for Cury Post Office and is the reason that all our postal addresses are “Cury Cross Lanes” even if we do not live in Cross Lanes. Again, sadly, the post office has closed and we now have a mobile one for two hours one day a week at the village hall.
Of course, we are still at the cutting edge of technology here in this part of Cury today. Go up the Hill, past the “Big House” of Bonython, and you are soon on Goonhilly. Here, in a corner of our parish, ancient barrows stand next to the modern scientific “saucers” of the Earth Station. We don’t just exist in the past you know!
“Thinking about the village hall, it looks very old”.
It is. It was a WMCA mess hut up at R.N.A.S. Mullion on Goonhilly during the First World War. Most of the young men in Cury were in reserved occupations but were required to do some “War Work” as well. My grandfather was detailed to be a barrage balloon handler up there, being told, “If you can handle a rearing horse you can handle of balloon in the wind”. At that time there was no village hall in Cury. So, at the end of the war, all the young men put their demob money together and bought the YMCA mess hut. It took them until 1921 to get everything in place such as an offer of a piece of land to put it on, together with all the legalities and so on. Then, one weekend, it was brought down to White Cross. My grandfather and several others borrowed Mr Dick Thomas’s horse and cart, painted a number on each piece of wood and galvanise, and loaded it onto the cart. It took them the whole weekend to bring it down from The Downs and re-assemble it in White Cross, on a piece of land given by Mr Frethey, where it still stands. The trustees are planning special events to celebrate the centenary in 2021.
What about feasts and such like?
Yes, we have all the usual festivals. At Easter, when until fairly recently it was the custom on Good Friday, after the church service to go “Trigging” down at Helford. This was a whole family occasion to collect cockles from the riverbed and bring them home to cook for a supper treat. At Christmas, the usual village parties for the children, and the older members of the village in the hall, and a parish lunch held there on the Sunday before Christmas. There is a village show in September every year. More recently we have re-introduced The Blessing of the Plough on Plough Sunday, this being held in Great Court, the field and plough being kindly supplied by farmers Jeffrey and Alan.
“I’m sure you have other things to tell me about, the village pump and the ladies tennis club for instance?”
Hmm, yes, but if Bochym Clock were still striking, it would tell us that it’s time to go home for tea!
End notes:
1. A squint is a term denoting a small splayed opening through a masonry wall of a church in an oblique direction giving worshippers a view of the altar.
2. The 5th and 6th centuries are often referred to as the “Age of Saints”.
References:
The Domesday Book-Cornwall. Phillimore1979
Skues, Keith. Cornish Heritage. Werner Shaw, London 1983
Various books and articles on the Prayer Book Rebellion.
Framed Documents kept in St Corentyn’s Church:
Cury Parish Church, Written by Revd. W V Wagner 1923
The Priest’s List, courtesy of the Conder Family,
Photographs:
Unless otherwise acknowledged, all photographs have been taken by Paul Phillips during the last two years.
Oral History:
I am indebted to the following for all the snippets passed on over the years:
My parents Pearl and Henry Oates
My grandparents Daisy and Arthur (Artie) Curtis
My sister Penelope