Bodmin

About Bodmin

Bodmin doesn’t bend—it rises. In 1497, Thomas Flamank rallied 15,000 here, marching to London against Henry VII’s taxes, boots pounding for fairness. Months later, they crowned a pretender in the square, dreaming of freedom. By 1549, Mayor Bray led 7,000 from St Petroc’s, defying English prayer books for Latin’s soul—Cornish hearts refusing “Christmas game” rites. Kings crushed them, but Bodmin’s fire never dimmed. St Petroc’s, built by guilds in 1472, still hums with their grit, its Norman font unbowed, holding centuries of rebellion in its stone walls.

Today, that spirit lives—market stalls hum with voices, Riding Day echoes old cheers, and Keltek’s Rebellion Ale warms Weavers’ nights. Walk Priory Road, feel Flamank’s steps beneath your boots; climb Beacon’s trails and trace the paths where moorland rebels once roamed. Shire Hall still whispers of trials, yet Bodmin thrives—no crown’s pawn, its heart forever defiant. From Guron’s well to pasty shops, it’s Cornwall’s pulse, resilient and alive.

Stay where rebels stood, in cottages by St Petroc’s shadow, and let Bodmin’s untamed spirit guide you. No fluff, just heart—sip its ale, feel its fire, and write your own revolt in the village that never forgot to stand tall.