St Mawes Bakery Shop:

Oh come on in….!

Bakery caf high tide


Oh come on in and savour
The real St Mawesian flavour!

Make sure you say hello

two or three saffrons

To the buns of saffron yellow
And to the lovely staff of course
They’re such a friendly force.

‘Piping hot pasties’ is what they‘re all about,
Superbly crafted, the quality is not in doubt.

Cornish pasties

Whether steak or cheese and veg
All are made with a crusty edge.
And if the shop is running low
The Bakery has another batch on the go.

Round topped loaves
Are piled up in droves
You prefer large flat whites?
They are stacked to the heights.

fresh bread rolls
Here too the Granaries and Cob
Show they do a real proper job
Though Bloomers and French sticks
Are full of humour: there are NO French Knicks!

Scones loaded with much fruit
Form a fantastical loot

fresh fruity scones

And Cornish Hevva cake
Sits ready, freshly baked.
While those pastries thickly iced
Are too good for the mice.

danish pastries
(Fortunately they haven’t any
Not even sugar ones for a penny)

Pasties and Sausage rolls
Bacon bites and butties
Any food that fits a hole
As easily as putty!

suasage rolls

Cups of coffee, cups of tea
Chocolate drinks and some fizzy
Wash it all down in great company
Here they are, by the side of the sea.

And waiting to serve are the Bakery staff
Smiling and chatting and having a laugh!
They’ll cover, in a day, a myriad of topics
Including, you’ve guessed it, some local gossip
Also: Politics – correct or not! –
Football, singers: who’s really hot!
So don’t hang about
Come open the door
You can check them all out
Between eight and four!

Bakery caf


Sunshine and Caves



Vitamin D

Glaring at me

Kindness and warmth

Sharing with me

Food in abundance

Eaten in Sundance

Drink a-plenty

The glass never empty.


Beers, wine and good whisky

And more of the same

From imbibing so much:

No suggestion of shame

!booze spain









single person in bed

There’s a poem to make
And a picture to paint
There’s a garden to tend,
While I mend.

There’s a letter to pen
Maybe even ten,
There are spuds to peel
While I heal.

There’s washing to do
Crocks and dishes too
Shopping to buy
While I revive.

There’s a walk to take,
Ansd cakes to bake
A hill to climb
While its daytime.

I don’t want to write a letter
I just want to feel better
I don’t want to be a bore
I just want to restore.

I can no more be a poet
Than I can play a duet
And I’ll miss out on the paint
If I can just ameliorate

I can do without the walk,
If I could maybe have a talk
I can miss out on the cake
It only keeps me awake.

I’ll see the doc to get treated
Hoping this illness can be cheated,
Meanwhile I resort to daydreaming
That my life will soon have more meaning.
cartooon illness







How now brown cow?





How now brown cow

Who art thou?

Thou canst not miaow

Nor yet take a vow

So niether kittens for thee

Nor mittens I see.

Thou hast a bigger coat

Than any nanny goat

Thou too maketh milk

And goods of that ilk.


Thy large pink udders

Do they shrink or shudder

At the liberty humans take?

“Oi, let them eat cake!”


Tramplest the mud 2

Thou tramplest the mud

And cheweth the cud.

Chewing the cud

Thou canst plough

Yay! Take a bow!

Thy tail may flail


those wee horns

But somehow those wee horns

Are not so forlorn

For they put the fear of God

Into many a passing rambler!

Birthday Backgammon


April fool jack-in-a-box                 backgammon 6      


Three would be players
Wondered what to do
“One dropped quickly out,
Then there were two.
Two tired players
Tried to understand the rools,
One had very bad eyesight
T’other was an April Fool
One lonely birthday girl
Looked rools up on google,
But it all became too much
And she gave up, the silly schoolgirl!”

April fool 2



Oh I live in Cornwall Too



Oh I live in Cornwall too

Mr Aka Cibo, I do!

For here we’ve hit the grand slam

As we don’t give a damn

If the weather is grey or blue!

Cornwall is a riot


‘Cause sometimes it’s a riot


Sometimes its quiet

And sometimes it is quiet.



Sometimes it’s a frenzy

Sometimes only Wednesday!

But it is always a glory

Through and through.



St Mawes sunset