A St Austell Page
"Upon a tyme a countrey mouse
That in A cave did live
Unto a thottless city mouse
Did entertainment give.
(found in the St Austell register book on the page of the 1614)
St. Austell washday rhyme
She who washes on Monday, has all the week to dry,
She who washes on Tuesday, has soap and starch to buy,
She who washes on Wednesday, is a dainty dame,
She who washes on Thursday, is pretty much the same,
She who washes on Friday, is in need of things indeed,
But she who washes on Saturday, is a careless wife indeed.
"ST AUSTELL" (Poem dated September 11th, 1917)
This busy grand old market town,
Close to the deep blue sea
With nature's beauty all around,
Hill, valley, dale and tree,
With its shops and daily traffic,
Still stands her Church and tower,
Pinnacled in finest beauty,
That sweetly chimes each hour.
With Charlestown's charming sandy beach,
The traders round the pier,
And the distant lovers strolling,
Upon the cliff-walk near.
A pretty greenlaid pleasure ground,
The see-saw, swing and seat,
Where one can pass a pleasant hour,
With some old friend you meet.
A way upon the breezy moorland,
Work many day by day,
In digging, loading, hauling,
This famous china clay.
Old Biscovery and Holmbush,
On Mountcharles' pleasant way,
With the dear old cottage garden,
All in the village gay.
Rustic Twewoon's homely village,
Quaint St. Mewan's shady lanes,
Where you hear the maiden singing,
As she cleans the window panes
Down in Pentewan's sweet valley,
Green wooded banks and nooks,
With the distant sea all rippling,
How lovely Porthpean looks.
For St Austell's history - GO to my second page
Vicarage: (01726) 73839
St Austell's tower bells
The present building mainly dates from the end of the 15th century, but there is documentary evidence to show that there was a church on the site before 1169.
You will find plenty to interest you inside the building too, such as the Norman font, the wagon roof with its beautifully carved bosses, and the idiosyncratic nave which is at a slight angle to the chancel, to name a few.
"Walk-Around Guides" are available in the church to give you more details about the architecture and points of particular interest.
The church is open from 9am to 5pm on Mondays to Fridays, and from 9am to 1pm on Saturdays as well as on Sundays for services. At most times you will find somebody there to welcome you. There is a well stocked book stall and leaflets are available giving you details of all our services and weekly activities.
The church building which stands at the heart of the town of St. Austell, is far more than a testimony to the faith of previous generations. Today it is the home of a lively congregation who love to welcome newcomers: whether you are on holiday or live locally, we will be very pleased to see you.
If you are wondering about some of the questions of life and death and about the relevance of Christianity in our lives today, we will be delighted to talk with you and share our experience of a living Jesus and of a God
who cares for each one of us.
Services on Sunday are at 8.00am, 10:15am and 6:15pm, and on Thursday at 10.30am, you will find a warm welcome.
Legend of Saint Austell
Legend of the Hound of St Austell
Treasure Found at St Austell
Who Are These Austills / Austells?
St Austell Marriage records starting in 1564
Treverbyn, Buriel records (selected surnames)
ST AUSTELL PARISH WEBSITE
Road Map of St Austell Area
Goonvean Works - China Clay
St Austell Brewery
more info on St Austell Brewery
Pictures of St Austell Town
Knowhere Guide to St Austell
The Cornish Riviera St Austell Bay
St. Austell area Accommodations
Accommodation in the St Austell area
Hotels and Guest Houses in St Austell
In St Austell town there were rivers of milk,
and down Watering Hill wet gobbets of clay
And they say that East Hill was as slipper as silk
As the great wagons rolled from the dries to the Bay
With their iron-shod wheels and stout timber frame,
From St Stephens, St Dennis, and Bugle they came.
Through St Austell town they clattered ans crawled,
And their drivers would shout as they passed in the street.
The women up-gathered their skirts when they called
For the clay wagaons spun the white dust round their feet.
And the great horses pulled their load out of town,
There were were six going up hill and three going down.
The dry men stopped work, and the kittley boys, too,
To watch as the wagons rolled out on the road
From Carbean, Greensplatt, Hallaze and Carthew,
Piled high with clay blocks, like a sugar-load.
Men, boys and horses were all stippled white -
Their grey, eerie faces as ghosts in half light.
In St Austell town the people were poor,
And the ways of commerce were solid and slow;
But the old clay wagons are seen now no more,
Or heard in the streets, So where did they go,
Crawling and weaving up hill, slow as snails?
They are linked like those horses, and speed on two rails.
Now the roads run clean, and the rivers flow clear,
And the bone-white hills bloom verdant and sweet;
But the Clay Cap'n bends his listening ear
For the comforting sound of those great horses' feet
As they pulled the clay wagons out of the town.
There were six going up hill, and three going down.
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