Truro Day 2014

Truro Day 14 September 2014

 

 We went to Cornwall especially for this event. My wife, Hilary, comes from Truro and has been following websites about Truro and out of them heard about Truro Day which was conceived about six months ago, so 14 September went into the diary. A committee of ten organised every aspect and it all happened at Boscawen Park about a mile out of the city. Altogether it was a very impressive occasion. After attending Truro Methodist Church and stopping for a sandwich and tea in the city centre we headed off on foot along the riverside to the Park. It was a lovely sunny day and lots of other people were going the same way and shuttle buses were travelling forth and back too. 

 

There was a bandstand/stage which was occupied by a variety of performers; groups, choirs and bands all compèred by Hilary’s brother, Justin, in his Roy Orbison outfit. Around the nearby field there were stands occupied by various local organisations and charities. There were bouncy castles and pony rides and the Truro history theme was followed in a tent which housed a large collection of photos. Hilary was signing the visitors’ book when a lady recognised her name and they got talking and during the afternoon she came across several other friends and acquaintances so the time passed quickly.

 

 After buying pastys and tea we listened to the rugby club choir, world champions no less, who concluded their hearty session with ‘Trelawney’, words printed in the programme for all to join in. This piece, ‘The song of the Western Men’, was written by Robert Hawker of Morwenstow who reinvented the Harvest Festival in the nineteenth century and his poem has become a national anthem for Cornwall. There were tributes to the Truro Day committee and that made it clear what a lot of work and skill had gone into putting it together and raising the £8500 needed to stage the event. And 13 September 2015 was publicised for the second ‘Truro Day’. 

      We, and the 1000s of people who went there, had a wonderful time and as we left the Park we were grateful for the shuttle bus that took us the last mile or so into a quiet city centre.