Kelliwik

A return to childhood haunts.

Kit Hill near Callington (Kelliwik) in Cornwall (Kernow.)

My brothers and I used to zoom up and down the overgrown mine workings pretending to be motorbikes. Twisting the throttle with your hand, and making appropriate brmmmm, brmmmmm noises was obligatory.

My own children reminded me of one of the fibs we told them when they were young - it was not until their teen's (or maybe a bit younger) that the magic musical van sold ice creams...

and imagine their complete and utter disappointment when we further advised them that they played their music to show that they had run out of ice cream!