The print of Mousehole in Cornwall 45cm x 31cm giclee print not including the white boarder surround.
Mousehole is a small fishing village on the south coast of Cornwall which the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas described as the loveliest village in England. He must have thought so as he spent his Honeymoon in Mousehole. At a pub. No surprises there.
The history of the village goes right back to 1283. Since these early days Mousehole was a bustling fishing port, fishing mainly for pilchards.
By 18th century, records speak of 55 boats and five Seine nets working from Mousehole. This to me seems large compared to the size of the place. That’s said, this increased again to over 60 boats in the 1880’s.
Mousehole could support several fairs and markets so this diminutive village must have been packed full of people with everything reeking of fish.
Mousehole in Cornwall today
The Pilchards seemed an endless resource at the time, though in the 20th Century, the stocks rapidly declined and slowly the industry all but disappeared. Today, most of the fishing boats are gone, and Mousehole makes most of its trade through tourism.
These days Its narrow streets are populated with small shops, galleries and restaurants. On the harbour front, I spotted these fine sturdy granite structures, built to withstand the very worst that the North Atlantic can throw at them.
The print of Mousehole in Cornwall 45cm x 31cm giclee print not including the white boarder surround.
Mousehole is a small fishing village on the south coast of Cornwall which the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas described as the loveliest village in England. He must have thought so as he spent his Honeymoon in Mousehole. At a pub. No surprises there.
The history of the village goes right back to 1283. Since these early days Mousehole was a bustling fishing port, fishing mainly for pilchards.
By 18th century, records speak of 55 boats and five Seine nets working from Mousehole. This to me seems large compared to the size of the place. That’s said, this increased again to over 60 boats in the 1880’s.
Mousehole could support several fairs and markets so this diminutive village must have been packed full of people with everything reeking of fish.
Mousehole in Cornwall today
The Pilchards seemed an endless resource at the time, though in the 20th Century, the stocks rapidly declined and slowly the industry all but disappeared. Today, most of the fishing boats are gone, and Mousehole makes most of its trade through tourism.
These days Its narrow streets are populated with small shops, galleries and restaurants. On the harbour front, I spotted these fine sturdy granite structures, built to withstand the very worst that the North Atlantic can throw at them.
