The legend of Veryan where we stopped to talk to some horses and came across a cardboard cow
Veryan, or St Severian as it was once known – a name more in keeping with tales of devil attacks and tales of religious savagery. Now it’s a pretty little village with ponds and cricket greens and a lovely little shop, but we stopped because of the quirky entrance ways – the road in and out is flanked by round houses, white and thatched with a stark crucifix atop. Simple weathervanes these were not, but icons of darker days when a missionary from bygone days felt the need to protect his daughters from temptations of the devil – the houses are perfectly round so he had no corners to hide in!
On the outskirts of the village, hidden in the wooded valley an ancient mill serves food worth stopping for on your way to seek out the King’s burial mound – can you find the golden boat with silver oars? We stopped to talk to some horses and came across a cardboard cow who, with some trepidation, pointed out the Philleigh Way cookery school across the way. ‘They’re not vegetarians in there…’