Our meanderings around Redruth took us past the St Day Road Cemetery. We knew for we had visited before, that Great Granny and Grandad’s grave was in this rather neglected cemetery. We knew that on our previous visit the Hall’s grave had been very overgrown. In gathering gloom and with a police helicopter hovering overhead (why I don’t know). I had done a little bit with a kitchen knife that we campers happened to have in the car.
This time the grave was, if anything, worse and not being campers, I had no kitchen knife. But I did have a penknife with a saw blade, which proved to be much better. I wasn’t put off by a hovering helicopter either.
There’s the grave – brambles were one thing. The holly tree was quite another. I had never got to grips with that, using a kitchen knife. But this time I set to with gusto.
“Phew! Almost done”
With better tools I’d have got a bit more out, but at least it can all be read.
We left Redruth
and passed through Camborne. One-way systems took us past the church of St
Martin and St Meriadoc, Camborne. This was the burial place of William Hall’s
father, Thomas, and other members of the family are commemorated. Thomas’s
grave is not in good order.
The
top has gone – only a maker’s name is visible there. But the top only
toppled. It hasn’t gone far.
But
it is in pieces.
Yes,
there’s the grave and the descendant.
We
moved on to Kehelland, hoping to find somewhere to eat our pasty. Kehelland is a
settlement just outside Camborne. It has a Wesleyan chapel where young William
Hall was baptised.
This current chapel is too new for William who was born in 1844. But the old chapel is still there, hiding round the back.
And look what a transformation in the weather there had been. Wow!
Let’s look at some Kehelland cottages and also a Victorian post-box.
