Where Devils Find No Corners!
Veryan’s roundhouses—five thatched gems—wink at Roseland’s cunning. Built in the 1810s by Jeremiah Trist, their curves leave no corners for the devil to hide, a trick as old as tilted pictures hung to shoo dark spirits. Crosses crown their roofs, cob walls hold firm, each a quiet nod to Cornish wit over shadows. No scroll names their secrets, but their circular charm feels alive, rooted in Veryan’s lanes where gulls cry and tides whisper nearby.
Today, these homes spark tales—New Inn pours Keltek, villagers grin at Trist’s dodge. Stroll their path, snap their thatch, feel Roseland’s pulse. No grim dogma here, just life—hydrangeas bloom at Trelissick, cannons watch from Pendennis. Stay in Veryan’s nooks, sketch roundhouses’ curves, let their cleverness guide your pen. The roundhouses’ soul is their quirk, Cornwall’s way of keeping darkness at bay.
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