Appeal on Radio Cornwall for Camborne Youth Band’s Menin Gate trip

We’re currently working with Camborne Youth Band on a trip to France and Belgium this August as part of Heart of Conflict.  At the moment, everyone is raising funds to make sure that all the players will be able to go. Ralph Williams of Barriper, father of Corey Williams who plays in Camborne Youth Band, […]

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World War One munitions factory deaths remembered

 Really impressed to see a booklet by local historian Chris Berry in Phillack Church, Hayle – with lots of information regarding the deaths of two young women in 1916, during World War One. May Stoneman and Cissie Rogers died in a huge explosion at the National Explosives Factory on Hayle sand dunes. The factory at […]

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Bridging Arts annual accounts 2016 to 2017

We operate on a shoestring and are far too small to post our accounts up on the charity commissioners website. But we do produce annual accounts and a report which should be of interest to supporters.  Click on the following link to read our latest annual accounts and report 2016-17. Very many thanks to all our supporters […]

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Spotlight on Manik Miah’s embroidery – Bridging Arts Christmas cards

Manik Miah created the spectacular embroidered bird on our 2017 Christmas card.  He was a keen member of the embroidery workshops we’ve held over the past few months at the Masbro Centre, in Hammersmith, with the Elders’ Group there.  The Elders’ Group is a wonderful weekly gathering of older people who enjoy a range of […]

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The Light in the Passage: a poem by Carol Stephens

As part of Heart of Conflict, our work on World War One in Cornwall, we ran a poetry workshop at the Royal Cornwall Museum. This is a poem inspired by Emily Lidgey of Redruth, Cornwall,  and her son Percy Lidgey, who featured in our exhibition at the Museum. Percy fought in WW1 and it was ‘accepted’ by […]

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Lament: a poem by Carol Stephens

Lament.   Rugby and beer. We had such plans, me and the lads. But all was taken by war. Life snuffed out before it was a quarter spent.   Best that Mother never lost the light of hope. Wish we could have returned, me and the lads. To endless days of rugby and roast lamb. […]

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