I’m definitely sold on Cornwall. A sunny August day in the cute little town of Boscastle pretty much blew my mind.
We parked up next to the river and followed it down passed a couple of shops to a typically impressive cliff sea-scape. The cream tea in the National Trust place really hit the spot. Afterwards we went next door to the town’s main (only) attraction; a fucking museum about The Old Ones.
The Museum of Witchcraft was set up in 1951 in the Isle of Man and has moved and apparently been kicked out of three towns since then. When it was in the Cotswolds the founder had death threats and dead cats (nice) hung up in his garden. It seems to suit Cornwall but it’s still really trippy being there, especially on a sunny day in the school holidays.
Outside you’re met by the first of an ongoing onslaught of pentagrams, the coolest is on their own cute private gate next door. Inside you’re eased in with a few pop culture Witchy items and a couple of small, child friendly sections. But next to these is a display of Witch-hunt torture devices, Witchfinder manuals and lists of the burnt witches. It’s a bit nuts that millions of people were executed for witchcraft in Europe. After checking out the dunking chair I was fired up and keen to see some arcane darkness.
Hands
Pentagate
Dunking chair
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