In the church at Zennor, high on the wild north coast of Cornwall, there is an old oak carving of a mermaid. People who saw it often wondered what a mermaid was doing in a church. The people of Zennor knew. They told this story to explain it.
Hundreds of years ago, they said, a beautiful lady in rich clothes began to come to services at Zennor church. She didn't come every Sunday. Sometimes she went to Morvah church instead, and sometimes a long while went by before anyone saw her again. Nobody knew where she came from, or where she went afterwards. People watched her walk away as far as they could see her from Tregarthen Hill, and then she was gone.
Whenever she came, the whole congregation was charmed. Zennor folk were proud of their singing, and the parish was known for it, but her voice was sweeter than any of theirs. And there was something stranger still. Year after year, for scores of years, she came, and she never grew a day older. She was as young and fair as the first time they saw her.
In the parish lived a fine young man called Mathey Trewella. He was the best singer in Zennor, and the lady noticed him. One day Mathey followed her when she left the church. He never came back. And after that, the lady was never seen in Zennor church again. Nobody might ever have known who she was, if it hadn't been for a ship.
One Sunday morning a vessel dropped anchor about a mile out from Pendower Cove. Soon afterwards a mermaid swam up close beside it and called out to the crew. She rose out of the water as far as her waist, her yellow hair floating round her on the waves, and spoke to the captain very politely. She was on her way home from church, she said. Would he kindly lift his anchor for a minute? It had come down right on the door of her house, and she wanted to get in to her children.
Some told it a little differently. The mermaid had been out fishing that Sunday morning, they said, and came home to find the ship's anchor lying on the trap-door of her house under the sea. She begged the captain to raise it, so that she could get her children dressed and ready in time for church.
Either way, the sailors didn't wait to be asked twice. They heaved up the anchor with a will and sailed off as fast as they could. Sailors in those days believed that seeing a mermaid meant bad luck was coming, and none of them wanted to stay a moment longer near her home.
When the people of Zennor heard that a mermaid lived out by Pendower, and what she had said to the captain, they put two and two together. The lovely singer who came to their church must have been this sea-lady, and she must have led Mathey Trewella away to live with her under the waves.
So that nobody would forget, they had her carved in oak, just as she looked in her home in the sea. And she is there in the church still.





