Then we addressed the real problem of the summer. Squirrels at St Just. They have been rampant, grown in numbers and several lovely old trees have been killed. The story is apparently that some well meaning people have trapped squirrels in their own gardens and not wanting to kill them have let them loose in a lovely place, the graveyard and gardens down by the creek surrounding the church.
The problem is that we have a lot of visitors...there are always lots of them walking around the gardens in the summer and he felt that in consultation with our verger Clive he could not really shoot them...a dead squirrel falling from above might not give quite the right atmosphere apart from the noise of the guns would make .
Another solution would be poison but as he pointed out, the drays were a long way up...getting the right stuff into the right place could prove difficult.
He had though been considering another imaginative solution. Hawks. There are several hawking groups in Cornwall who might be prepared to come and see the squirrels off. Some how that didn't seem quite right either....would the squirrels then be dropped onto the visitors as if they'd been shot? He shook his head...
"There wouldn't be much left of them Jean" he said..." Not once the hawks had them and it would look wonderful, the visitors might like it.
Not quite what they come to St Just for though. Wed have to put up notices on that day. "Squirrel Hunt in Progress" ? It could develop into a whole new visitor attraction