Well, well, well - a MOST unexpected arrival at the lighthouse! Albert and his zinger of a zodiac tossed me a quite heavy line out in the Channel, which the girls and I together tied ever so nicely to our dinghy, and we waved good-bye to Gerry Spiess and the Yankee Girl; he's intent on arriving at Falmouth, for some silly reason. We invited him to the party, but no, he feels duty-bound to 'make it' to Falmouth. (After all, that's why he's in the Guiness Book of Records!) The captain of the zodiac, using some very clever seamanship, managed to 'slingshot' our little craft neatly into a berth at the Godrevy harbour, then for some reason continued on. Perhaps Jayne needed to make a small purchase in St. Agnes? But now a dilemma has arisen! The Honoured Harbour-Master didn't approve our docking space - he must have been diverted by the sight and sounds of the zodiac passing overhead - and the dogs can't row. (they don't have thumbs, after all) Neither can I damage my delicate little hands in such rough work, so our dinghy sits, with our Christmas-treed oars and Christmas lights, right smack dab in the center of the dock! Oh dear, oh dear, what shall we do? Perhaps there's a big, strong seaman about who can move it over a smidge?? Perhaps GGGF Thomas will be so kind; although he's a senior moulder at a foundry, he's a Cornish boy born and bred, and can handle a small boat (think they're called a "skiff" here) quite adequately. There's nothing he can't do, when he puts his mind to it! The girls loved the voyage over; after all, they're known as "barge dogs" in their native Holland. Kira really took that role to heart throughout the trip, and stood as far forward as she could, watching for whatever came our way, including flying fish! Yes, indeed, one actually jumped into our boat yesterday!!! It was young, and just hadn't quite got the hang of 'flying', it would seem. She's now diverted her attention to ensuring that no rats, or other vermin, manage to acquaint themselves with all the marvelous delicacies we're likely to gather for our banquet. Patrolling is her self-appointed Duty. Koko, on the other hand, specializes in humming harmonies, and watching closely to see if anyone needs a hand (er, paw) in serving food; she specializes in cleaning up spills. She loves kitty-cats, and can't wait to meet those coming from Mousehole. And the parrots! Last trip, they did a kick-line together, which was all-in-all magnificent, and she's eager to resume their acquaintance. On arrival, we gathered our balloons full of savouries, and applied to the H..H.M. for directions as to where to stow the stuff - right now, they're flying gaily out the tiny window of our room, halfway up the circular stair. Can't wait to explore, once we get used to not having a heaving sea under our feet!! But just now, we've been using our Splendid Spyglass to keep a watch for the arrival of the Moose Sleigh - Connie and Jan, we've put special Christmas surprises in your room! (OK, we've put them in everyone's room, including the HHM's. Surprise!!!) Where, oh where, is our digger, Ed? Do I hear a sound under the waves? Did he manage to find a way around the deep Alpine mines? The old salt mines? Or did he hit a vein or three of gold, or jewels, on his way? Oh, I hope so. Julianna West Briton Transcriptions, 1836-1856 at http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~wbritonad St. Austell Area History and Genealogy at http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~staustell

The HHM was - indeed -so surprised by the Zodiac whizzing over his head that he completely failed to recognise the Captain and crew! The HHM is the owner of a dog that hates water (he's a German Shorthaired Pointer, and he should LOVE water... but he doesn't) so when I say that he has made an offer that I cannot believe, and has offered to doggy-paddle all the way from Godrevy to St Agnes so that he can help Thomas and his skiff to pull the zodiac back against the incoming tide to Godrevy, I can only say that this offer is unprecedented! Therefore, despite the implication of bribery ("special Christmas presents") I trust that the Mistress Julianna and Master Albert will accept the offer of a tow from my aloof hound, and my own offer of a berth free of mooring charges for the duration of the party. I read today in my Sunday newspaper that a certain well-known worldwide social networking site has even managed to work out how to monetise / monetize the emails and messages that we delete before sending, so I trust that my generous offer will be recognised in a true spirit of Christmas goodwill. (As an aside, that newspaper story filled me with horror). Normal charges will, of course, resume on the 2nd day of January, although it should be pointed out that the offer of a wonderful prize for the best family / Cornish story will not expire until Twelfth Night! HHM > From: jwmos99@msn.com > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2013 13:36:30 -0600 > Subject: [CORNISH] Christmas party 2013 > > Well, well, well - a MOST unexpected arrival at the lighthouse! Albert and his zinger of a zodiac tossed me a quite heavy line out in the Channel, which the girls and I together tied ever so nicely to our dinghy, and we waved good-bye to Gerry Spiess and the Yankee Girl; he's intent on arriving at Falmouth, for some silly reason. We invited him to the party, but no, he feels duty-bound to 'make it' to Falmouth. (After all, that's why he's in the Guiness Book of Records!) > > The captain of the zodiac, using some very clever seamanship, managed to 'slingshot' our little craft neatly into a berth at the Godrevy harbour, then for some reason continued on. Perhaps Jayne needed to make a small purchase in St. Agnes? But now a dilemma has arisen! The Honoured Harbour-Master didn't approve our docking space - he must have been diverted by the sight and sounds of the zodiac passing overhead - and the dogs can't row. (they don't have thumbs, after all) Neither can I damage my delicate little hands in such rough work, so our dinghy sits, with our Christmas-treed oars and Christmas lights, right smack dab in the center of the dock! Oh dear, oh dear, what shall we do? Perhaps there's a big, strong seaman about who can move it over a smidge?? Perhaps GGGF Thomas will be so kind; although he's a senior moulder at a foundry, he's a Cornish boy born and bred, and can handle a small boat (think they're called a "skiff" here) quite adequately. There's nothing ! > he can't do, when he puts his mind to it! > > The girls loved the voyage over; after all, they're known as "barge dogs" in their native Holland. Kira really took that role to heart throughout the trip, and stood as far forward as she could, watching for whatever came our way, including flying fish! Yes, indeed, one actually jumped into our boat yesterday!!! It was young, and just hadn't quite got the hang of 'flying', it would seem. She's now diverted her attention to ensuring that no rats, or other vermin, manage to acquaint themselves with all the marvelous delicacies we're likely to gather for our banquet. Patrolling is her self-appointed Duty. Koko, on the other hand, specializes in humming harmonies, and watching closely to see if anyone needs a hand (er, paw) in serving food; she specializes in cleaning up spills. She loves kitty-cats, and can't wait to meet those coming from Mousehole. And the parrots! Last trip, they did a kick-line together, which was all-in-all magnificent, and she's eager to resume their acqu! > aintance. > > On arrival, we gathered our balloons full of savouries, and applied to the H..H.M. for directions as to where to stow the stuff - right now, they're flying gaily out the tiny window of our room, halfway up the circular stair. Can't wait to explore, once we get used to not having a heaving sea under our feet!! But just now, we've been using our Splendid Spyglass to keep a watch for the arrival of the Moose Sleigh - Connie and Jan, we've put special Christmas surprises in your room! (OK, we've put them in everyone's room, including the HHM's. Surprise!!!) > > Where, oh where, is our digger, Ed? Do I hear a sound under the waves? Did he manage to find a way around the deep Alpine mines? The old salt mines? Or did he hit a vein or three of gold, or jewels, on his way? Oh, I hope so. > > > > > Julianna >

Eh, well, you know, Jayne and the Red Haired Witch wanted to do bit of last minute shoppin' sos we nipped up the coast just a bit, stopped off at Port Wenn for bit of croust at Large's Restaurant, then back on down to Godrevy. I tell 'e we must do the party at Port Wenn next year. Lovely spot. We'll get 'e off the pier and into a proper berth when we d'pull in. 'tween Traveler the Wonder Dog, Howlek an Gath and our new chum the Badger from Manatawny Creek, we'll 'av'n done in no time. Tell the 'arbor Master not to get 'is knickers in a twist. Albert and all that lot from the JBIZCB 'ere, now, 'elp us name the new chum, the Badger from Manatawny Creek. What's the Cornish word for Badger, for a start? > From: jwmos99@msn.com > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2013 13:36:30 -0600 > Subject: [CORNISH] Christmas party 2013 > > Well, well, well - a MOST unexpected arrival at the lighthouse! Albert and his zinger of a zodiac tossed me a quite heavy line out in the Channel, which the girls and I together tied ever so nicely to our dinghy, and we waved good-bye to Gerry Spiess and the Yankee Girl; he's intent on arriving at Falmouth, for some silly reason. We invited him to the party, but no, he feels duty-bound to 'make it' to Falmouth. (After all, that's why he's in the Guiness Book of Records!) > > The captain of the zodiac, using some very clever seamanship, managed to 'slingshot' our little craft neatly into a berth at the Godrevy harbour, then for some reason continued on. Perhaps Jayne needed to make a small purchase in St. Agnes? But now a dilemma has arisen! The Honoured Harbour-Master didn't approve our docking space - he must have been diverted by the sight and sounds of the zodiac passing overhead - and the dogs can't row. (they don't have thumbs, after all) Neither can I damage my delicate little hands in such rough work, so our dinghy sits, with our Christmas-treed oars and Christmas lights, right smack dab in the center of the dock! Oh dear, oh dear, what shall we do? Perhaps there's a big, strong seaman about who can move it over a smidge?? Perhaps GGGF Thomas will be so kind; although he's a senior moulder at a foundry, he's a Cornish boy born and bred, and can handle a small boat (think they're called a "skiff" here) quite adequately. There's nothing ! > he can't do, when he puts his mind to it! > > The girls loved the voyage over; after all, they're known as "barge dogs" in their native Holland. Kira really took that role to heart throughout the trip, and stood as far forward as she could, watching for whatever came our way, including flying fish! Yes, indeed, one actually jumped into our boat yesterday!!! It was young, and just hadn't quite got the hang of 'flying', it would seem. She's now diverted her attention to ensuring that no rats, or other vermin, manage to acquaint themselves with all the marvelous delicacies we're likely to gather for our banquet. Patrolling is her self-appointed Duty. Koko, on the other hand, specializes in humming harmonies, and watching closely to see if anyone needs a hand (er, paw) in serving food; she specializes in cleaning up spills. She loves kitty-cats, and can't wait to meet those coming from Mousehole. And the parrots! Last trip, they did a kick-line together, which was all-in-all magnificent, and she's eager to resume their acqu! > aintance. > > On arrival, we gathered our balloons full of savouries, and applied to the H..H.M. for directions as to where to stow the stuff - right now, they're flying gaily out the tiny window of our room, halfway up the circular stair. Can't wait to explore, once we get used to not having a heaving sea under our feet!! But just now, we've been using our Splendid Spyglass to keep a watch for the arrival of the Moose Sleigh - Connie and Jan, we've put special Christmas surprises in your room! (OK, we've put them in everyone's room, including the HHM's. Surprise!!!) > > Where, oh where, is our digger, Ed? Do I hear a sound under the waves? Did he manage to find a way around the deep Alpine mines? The old salt mines? Or did he hit a vein or three of gold, or jewels, on his way? Oh, I hope so. > > > > > Julianna > > West Briton Transcriptions, 1836-1856 at http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~wbritonad > St. Austell Area History and Genealogy at http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~staustell