George and Morgawr

Cast your mind and body back to 1976 – the long hot summer.

There you are, taking in the sun, sitting on the docks at Falmouth chewing a liquorice root.

Up strides George Vinnicombe, the ‘Old Man’ of Falmouth, a working-boat fisherman known for being tough as old boots and telling it as it is. 

“Mornin’ George” you holler.

He beckons you over and invites you into his boat along with John Cox. 

The three of you head out to fish under sail, the last fleet to do so in Europe.  

25 miles off the Lizard, you think the sun’s got to you.

A gigantic 20 ft sea-beast rears its ugly long neck out of the water and groans at you like an alien giving birth to triplets, before submerging to the depths below.  

You each pinch yourself then stare at one another. 

You’re all wondering what if it bites the boat in two?  

You’ve all heard tales of such a creature before, but laughed them off as drunken dreams. You’ve even seen a fuzzy old photo of ‘Morgawr’ from 1896, Cornwall’s very own Leviathan, which predates ‘Nessie’ by a good 30 years.

You also know a marine mythologist who specialist subject is ‘pleiosiosaurs’ – a dinosaur that should have died out millions of years ago.   

You sail back to land unsure of what to say to the disbelievers, of which you were one, only hours ago.    

Just before you dock, you make a pact to never tell a soul. 

Now, did you keep your word?