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#Cornish boy does it again with another great tune about #Cornwall

Colin Leggo has made another great tune about Cornish place names whilst visiting the lovely county recently.

Here it is!


Great work Colin and we look forward to the next one! Check out Colin’s other videos on his You Tube Channel.

‘Did you eat to many Saffron Buns?’ I hear you say….

Sorry to all those followers of My Saffron Bun who are wondering what on earth happened to that crazy Cornish blog, we are still around but working hard on new ventures. My Saffron Bun is not stale or dried up,  it will continue and hopefully develop into a life long journey for our love of Cornwall.

Some of you will already know we have got married. Where? you may ask. In bleddy Cornwall, that’s where too….. Up Budock Church then ‘cross to St Mawes for the party afterwards…

Joking aside, we got married on the 9th June at my family church of St Budock then with our 40 something guests we travelled accross the Fal by ferry to St Mawes where we had our reception at the fabulous Tresanton Hotel. We could not have wanted for anything more – it was simply wonderful.

Here is a peek at some of our wedding photographs, more about our wedding can be found on, my ‘WIFE’S’ blog.

I will be showcasing several images on here of our honeymoon on the Isles Of Scilly so keep a look out! Its going to be amazing…..

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Special thanks to Tris and Liz for taking so many wonderful pictures xx


Memories of Cornwall by Cath…

Thanks to Cath for sending in her fond memories of a camping holiday in Cornwall – its a classic!

‘OK. Memories of a camping holiday somewhere near Mevagissey. I must have been in my early teens, so early 1970′s, so was hyper embarrassed at rest of family, oh about having a family at all. At the time we lived in Topsham near Exeter. There was my mum, who is now dead, sadly, my stepfather, me and my younger brother packed into a renault 750 along with the camping equipment. When we came to go the poor little car wouldn’t get under way and we had to have a push from the whole campsite. Worse, when we got out onto the road the car couldn’t get up the hill. We had to reverse out of there. And people say camping is such fun ! Have since recovered and been on some great camping holidays, but that one stays with me for the teen embarrassment factor.’

Nice one Cath… Keep them coming in folks!



Memories of Cornwall

Ok, let’s get this blog a bit interactive with a bit of audience participation!

Whether you live in the county as several of my followers do, holiday down there or like myself are Cornish and live outside of the county – this post is for you!  Do you have a fond memory of Cornwall, from your childhood or maybe more recently? It could be something life changing or something silly but when you think of it makes you feel great and gets the Kernow blood pumping though your veins.

So, please send them in, with a photo if you like and I will post them on My Saffron Bun. If you wish to remain anonymous that’s fine, just let me know.

Please send your fond memories to

Go on – you know you want to! Thanks 🙂 Here’s my effort…


Who said men can't multi task?

This is a photo of Becky and I on a bicycle made for two (mainly pedaled by one!) on the Camel Trail, Padstow. We always go from Wadebridge to Padstow and hire bikes from Bridge Bike Hire who are good chaps and always supply decent bikes, well ones that will get you to Padstow and back. The scenery is stunning all the way and its an easy 7 miles each way although it doesn’t feel that far, well maybe on the way back!

When we get to Padstow its got to be Rick Steins Fish and Chips for lunch, eat in or on the quay. If it’s a nice day I’d do the quay option, you will be served quicker and the views are better!

Have a great weekend, whatever you get up to?


South Crofty Closure in 1998

Following on from the St Piran’s day celebrations I thought it would be an appropriate post to show some images that I took of the closure of South Crofty mine back in 1998. I was at college and had got myself a NUJ (National Union of Journalists) press pass for a few years which was a fabulous thing and got me into some situations that the man on the street would struggle to get into – sometimes maybe for the best!  A quick flash of the pass at the gates of South Crofty and with a large black camera sporting the letters N I K O N and I was in! With a lot of press in the area I was being pushed from side to side by the big boys of Fleet Street. But with some Cornish determination I got a few pictures that day that I was pleased with. Here are a few work prints I have found in my boxes.  All shot on Kodak’s lovely Tri -X film!

A proud Cornishman supporting the miners on the last day of the mine being open

The derelict looking landscape surrounding South Crofty in 1998

The tag board showing the few miners underground on the last shift

Local well wishers whom have sent letters and donations to support the miners, even one from over the Tamar!

Two of the last miners to come out of the mine from their final shift

Thankfully South Crofty has reopened and the future is looking bright, well not underground – that’s pretty dark still but the future of South Crofty is bright and its providing jobs for locals again!

…..and finally the PRESS pass

should have gone to SpecSavers! ( I think I did!)


Tonight as I hear the bells ringing in the church down the road (its bell practise night! nothing eerie…) and before the owl starts hooting in the tree outside our window I was reminded of this poem by the Reverend Robert Stephen Hawker (1803 -1875) titled A Cornish Folk Song

Now, of all the birds that keep the tree,
Which is the wittiest fowl?
Oh, the Cuckoo—the Cuckoo’s the one!—for he
Is wiser than the owl!

He dresses his wife in her Sunday’s best,
And they never have rent to pay;
For she folds her feathers in a neighbours’s nest,
And thither she goes to lay!

He winked with his eye, and he buttoned his purse,
When the breeding time began;
For he’d put his children out to nurse
In the house of another man!

Then his child, though born in a stranger’s bed,
Is his own true father’s son;
For he gobbles the lawful childrens’s bread,
And he starves them one by one!

So, of all the birds that keep the tree,
This is the wittiest fowl!
Oh, the Cuckoo—the Cuckoo’s the one!—for he
Is wiser than the owl!

Vicar of Morwenstow - R S Hawker

Would Boris do it dreckly?

Well, it doesn’t get anymore random than this up here in rural Oxfordshire.

It all started at Becky’s work in a picture framers when some years ago a customer brought in a  poster that said KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON, a propaganda poster produced by the British Government in 1939 intended to raise the morale of the British public in the event of invasion. Several years later in the 2000’s  someone takes in a box of books to an antique book store, but little did they know what would lie ahead. The bookshop started printing a few for sale and Becky’s  customer purchased one. Becky loved it and decided that for £6 she would get her own direct from the supplier, she got it all framed up and it was in the living room of our first home together for a couple of years.

The Original Keep Calm And Carry On Poster

That home was a house next door to the South Oxfordshire Conservatives Association when Boris Johnson was MP for Henley-on-Thames. Shortly after moving in I was walking down the high street of Watlington where we lived and I saw a little swallow sitting on the pavement trying to catch his breath, I think they had just flown back over from their winter holidays and this little chap was just exhausted and decided a crash landing in Watlington would be nice. So, me being ME picked up this little chap who clutched my index finger with his feet, wings out almost horizontally and we headed down the high street – I was going to save his life! With a few curious looks along the way we made it home, rather than taking him inside I put him in the back garden (which we shared with the Conservatives!) in the V of a silver birch tree so he could have a rest and get going when he felt fit enough. In the house I went to make some lunch. Shortly after lunch I was washing up and looked out of the window in shock of a photographer setting up an electronic flash head, camera and windsor chair in the back garden. Intrigued as to what was going on I kept an eye out only to see Boris Johnson loitering around the garden gate. Boris was there for a portrait shoot for Oxfordshire Life magazine! So there is this little bird sitting feet from Boris Johnson in what I though was the quietest garden in Watlington – not on that day! That little bird never left the garden, we think one of the neighbours or our over exuberant cat had got the better of it. However, that little bird had his moment of fame, not only did he rub shoulders with the now Mayor of London, but to my astonishment on browsing the magazines of WH Smiths saw a front cover image of Boris and do you know what? that little bird was sitting just above his head (out of focus!) in the  background of the image! On another completely random note, the photographer was a guy from Cornwall who I knew of through a friend who had moved to the Cotswolds to concentrate his photography career on County Life titles.

So, what about the Keep Calm and Carry On poster you may ask? After that session with Boris in the garden I spoke to one of his right hand men in the office to see if I could grab him one afternoon  for a photo shoot.  Not long after asking the reply came back from Boris agreeing to do the shoot but I only had five minutes and it would have to be in our home! Wow, what would I to do? My colleague and I devised a few ideas in the run up to the shoot to maximise the pictures I would take in the short time I had. So one afternoon Boris came to the house for yet another photo call. We started in the living room, ‘ok Boris if you could just stand there in front of  that poster and look out the window and err…I will take a few shots there’ I probably said nervously.

The session moved on to a few other placed around the house and these pictures can be seen at the bottom of the post. Our experience of photographing Boris Johnson was certainly very enjoyable and something I will never forget.

So where is this Keep Calm and Carry on post going? Your guess is as good as mine…. just kidding but I will get there dreckly! Fast forward now to 2012 and our Keep Calm and Carry On poster is religated to sitting on top of a wardrobe, faded from the sun and looking pretty tired, it almost looks like an original from 1939. In the last few weeks several people have visited my site as a result of typing into a search engine Keep Calm and do it Dreckly as I have the word Dreckly in a few places around the site so I guess that’s how I get the hits. I’ve been thinking I must do a post on this poster and direct people to where they can buy one from but until now have not got around to it. Then yesterday, from out of the blue my big bro’ sent me this.

So, finally I have got around to the post and although Cornish men will do it dreckly they do get around to it when they put their mind to it!

For all those interested in a Keep Calm and do it Dreckly (however its spelt!) check out this website here. You can pretty much have any text you would like, so whether Cornish or not get on here and have your own Keep Calm poster printed!

and finally the Boris portraits I promised you…

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