With almost 50% of us regulars being of fine Yorkshire stock, there is always some good banter and ribbing around the many different local customs and traditions of our upbringing. Is it still Yorkshire puds before main? Is it cream before jam, or is it some other gangster East End ritual we have never heard of?
Keen to put the record straight when the opportunity arose, Trevor very kindly offered to serve breakfast in a more Cornish way. But what cut of beef would it be and would they find favour from the more traditional bacon & egg bunch?
A short walk around the town outskirts would provide ample time to build up an appetite. We parked up near Caryford Hall and set off round the town with our local guide showing us the sites. We worked our way into town and then up Lodge Hill behind The George. There are the remains of the castle ramparts hereabouts and a fine viewing platform with a command of the landscape across to Glastonbury and beyond, not to mention the dog-food factory which is maybe not such a welcome sight.
We encountered on the old Waterhouse farm a herd of the most beautiful cows, immaculately white with black flashings on nose , ears and feet. They are of course part of the Newt estate - so clean they look as if the cowman was trained by Toni and Guy. Surely such beautiful cows don't end up in Trevor's pasties!
Fair play, Trevor did not let his county down. The pasties were delicious. All that was missing was a rousing chorus of "Trelawny" which will no doubt be provided if at some time in future you buy him a pint of Tribute at the right time of a Friday evening.
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