After my dear father’s unexpected death on 21st March 2015 my Mum came to live with us, along with shed loads of happy memories of over 60 years. This afternoon, sitting in the sunshine, she handed me one particular photograph of her beloved husband posing outside The Smugglers’ Bar in 1989. Naturally, she read aloud the writing above the pub door ~ and instantly I was connected to a large group of lost souls, forgotten in the midst of time:
The words above the door read: ‘Through these portals passed smugglers, wreckers, villains and murderers
but rest easy… t’was many years ago’
How ironic that the victims of those Cornish smugglers, wreckers, villains and murders did not ‘rest easy’ themselves and rather like watching a film on fast forward I reached in to lift 25 of them one by one with my dowser and placed them safely on the other side. Thanks Dad!! …and dearest Mum for handing me the photo she took 26 years ago 😀
