THE SEA BECKONED BY

OLD MINE WORKINGS SILHOUETTED...

AGAINST THE RED SKY

I'M A KERNOW MAN

AND NEVER CROSSED THE TAMAR...

TO THOSE HEATHEN LANDS

THAT'S RIGHT MEE HANDSOME

JESUS USED TO COME HERE WITH...

HIS UNCLE JOSEPH

THEY TURNED TO STONE

FOR DANCING ON THE SABBATH...

THOSE MERRY MAIDENS

BLOWN INLAND BY A

MIGHTY STORM AND TAKE SHELTER...

IN A DERELICT CHURCH

A PAGAN WEDDING

THREE FIGURES OF EIGHT AROUND...

AND THROUGH "MEN AN TOL"

MAGICALLY FINDING

THE WAY...A PILGRIM'S PROGRESS

THROUGH MUCH RAVAGED LANDS

SUSTAINS MORE THAN FOOD

ORGAN MUSIC IN THE CHURCH...

FEEDS ONE'S VERY SOUL

FOLLOWING THE LEY-LINES

DOWN TO CORNWALL'S SACRED MOUNT...

HERE IN MARA-ZION

TO EVERY VILLAGE

HE WENT...THAT MUCH TRAVELLED MAN

KING ARTHUR...THE JUST

EN ROUTE TO PENZANCE

CROSSING MOORELAND AND PASSING...

HANIBAL'S CARN

THE RYTHMIC SOUND OF

HORSES IN THE SHALLOW WATERS...

OF MARAZION'S BEACH