On the south west coast of England, a small Cornish seaside town called Zennor claims its own legend of a mermaid. The story is mysterious and enchanting, stating that during the 15th century, a mermaid overheard a young fisherman while he was singing. Having fallen in love with his voice, she crept into his church so she could listen as he sang. He fell in love with her in return, and he carried her into the sea never to be seen again. Although there is a carving of her image on the rearmost pew (where she allegedly sat) to immortalize the event, the details seem to vary from telling to telling.
Seen one mermaid, you've seen them all, I guess!
But this one is pre Hans Andersen, and pre Walt Disney - and pre- Starbucks!
I am mentioning this story - which I have only just discovered, because a teaching colleague asked for an embroidered bib for a baby newly born in her family.
A rather pretty and unusual name.
And yes, I know I said last week that the sewing machines were going away now till after Christmas! I shall have to put them up into the loft so I am not tempted to do any more. How lovely to have a new baby at Christmas-time.