Padstow

And Tony lived in Trevone.

And if you go on our RJ Bray website and Facebook page somewhere, but definitely website, you'll see the photo of Tony's funeral, which was in Trevone, Trevone Little Village, just outside Padstow there.

And we were honoured to direct Tony's funeral.

Now, Tony, like I say, he was the nephew of Robert, but he was the one, Tony, designed the National Cornish Tartan, which is the yellow one sort of thing.

So I've been going out on my push bike.

So I like to get up, well, I don't like to get up early, but I do get up early.

And I've been cycling perhaps down to Padstow or up round Traquite or wherever kind of thing.

But this week, I just couldn't do that because nearly every day we were in the crematorium at nine o'clock for funerals.

I've had a few about this one, and Dave has been the latest to text me.

Yes, the Palestinian flag waver at Padstow is back in action this afternoon.

This is on the Fairford Road overpass.

Over the M5.

And this is a long weekend, like, and I, I say this 'cause I experienced it, and I'm gonna go back to a friend of mine.

But I went down to Padstow.

Yeah.

I stayed at The Town House.

the little piskey climbed nearly to the top of the hillock and when he got close to the giant's ear he shouted i am the little piskey who told you he'd lost his laugh please stop making sand ropes for a minute and tell me if you've seen it but the giant took no notice of the tiny voice and went on making his ropes of sand The little pisky then got into his ear and poked his red-capped head into the hollow of it and again shouted, I'm the little pisky who told you he'd lost his laugh and...

Ah, the dinky fellow who tried to help me to find my soul, interrupted the great giant in a voice almost as loud as the waves breaking on the Padstow Doom Bar.

"'Yes,'

answered the piskey, "'and a dinky old bargeman brought me from Dosmer Pool to Trebethwick "'that you might answer my question.'

"'Not one, unless your cousins and night-riders have,' answered the giant, looking at the sand-ropes he had just finished lying at his feet.

"'Now I must begin to bind my trusses of sand.' He stopped to lift them as he spoke, and as he tried to take them up, they fell into pieces in his hand.

As they crumbled away, his face was awful to see, and he began to howl and roar, and his cries of rage rang over the sand-hills and over Trebethric Bay, and were heard above the noise of waves breaking on the Padstow Doom Bar.

those roars of rage and anger so frightened the people living in the villages of the neighbourhood of the common that they shook in their beds and as for the little piskey he was so terrified by what he had heard and seen that he tumbled over the hill-top up which he had climbed to get into the giant's ear when he had picked himself up giant tregear was flying away like an evil bird toward the south the dawn broke soon after the giant had gone and the piskies always hide by day he hid himself under a clump of tamarisk and stayed there until the dark and stars came again when he came out he remembered what the giant had said that perhaps his cousins the night riders had seen his laugh The moon being several days older than when the kind little lantern-man had taken him to Dosmer Pool, it was now shining brightly over the common, and he knew if the night-riders were in the neighbourhood of the Sandhills, then he would soon be riding over the common.

Of course.

In Padstow.

Yeah, I've been there.

It's fabulous.