History
The Legend of Tamara
Cornwall's landscape of green river valleys, open windswept moor land, rocky coastal cliffs, golden beaches, mine engine houses and ancient churches is a spiritual place that can stir the spirit and the soul. There is much folklore and legends with some telling the story of King Arthur, Merlin and the Knights of the Round Table. My Mum had books of these legends which we would read and one of these legends was of Tamara (The River Tamar).
Landulph Millennium Photographic Project
Throughout 1999 a photographic record of aspects of life in the parish was made by Dennis Burton as a Millennium project initiated by the Landulph 2000 Association. An exhibition was held in the Memorial Hall on 3rd & 4th December 1999, and copies of the images were buried in the village time capsule during the last week of the year.
A CD was made of all the photographs in the exhibition with their captions. There were options to tour the exhibition, view all the panels with individual images and captions or use a catalogue to find specific people, themes or places.

The Crooked Spaniards
A History of the Cargreen Pub
Although much of the history of our “local” has become shrouded in the mists of time, we are very fortunate to have a few members of the Parish who have been able to supply information about the Royal Oak, as it was formerly known.

History of Landulph Memorial Hall
To provide a Memorial to the men of the Parish, who served their country in the Second World War, Landulph Parish Council had the idea of building a Village Hall. A public meeting held in May 1947 confirmed the idea and fund raising started in earnest.
A piece of land near the Cargreen playing field was purchased for £20 and the Trust Deed was drawn up and signed 26th July 1951, by the Chairman of the Parish Council.
According to the Parish Council minutes, a constitution was drawn up, to include the 12 organisations in the Parish. The first AGM was held in January 1952. It became a registered charity in July 1956 and £2087 had been raised by that time.
Cargreen Tales
A wasp nest near my house today reminded me of a story my father used to tell about the old days of farming and market gardening around Cargreen.
My great grandfather Fred and grandfather Frank were paring the hedges on their land at Cargreen by hand — long before mechanical trimmers — when Fred accidentally sliced into a hidden wasp nest with his paring hook.
Unsurprisingly the wasps didn't take kindly to this disturbance and in seconds were after him. A whole angry swarm giving chase!
Fred dropped everything running as fast as his legs could carry him straight for the Tamar, with Frank running behind, trying to bat the wasps away. When they reached the river he launched himself straight in as the only place his tiny assailants would not follow.


