Cornwall’s coast is steeped in stories of sea serpents and strange creatures from the deep. In this episode, we explore the legend of Morgawr, the mysterious monster said to haunt Falmouth Bay and the Helford River. From Victorian sea serpent reports to the famous Mary F photographs of the 1970s, from the discovery of the so-called Falmouth skull to the testimony of fishermen who knew the waters best, we trace a story where folklore, eyewitness accounts and cryptozoology collide. Along the wayls,

Beneath the hedges and fields of Cornwall lie chambers cut deep into the land. Narrow stone passages, entered on hands and knees, where the air is cool, the sound is strange, and the outside world seems to vanish. They are called fogous, and you will not find them anywhere else in Britain.

In this episode, Robin Vickery takes us underground. From Pendeen Vau on the high cliffs to Halliggye on the Lizard, Carn Euny with its domed side chamber, and the Piskey Hall of Trewardreva, we explore what these ancient places were, how they were built, and the folklore that still clings to them. Were they refuges, storehouses, or ritual spaces? Why do stories of piskies, spirits, and time slips gather in their shadows?

Blending archaeology with folklore, this journey is about more than facts and theories. It is about how the earth itself can hold memory. Step below the surface with us, and discover why these Cornish fogous remain some of the most evocative and mysterious places in Britain.

Beyond the cliffs of Cornwall, past the last fishing boats and into the restless Atlantic, legend speaks of a kingdom lost to the sea. Fields, forests and towers lie drowned, yet some say their bells still toll beneath the waves. This is Lyonesse… Britain’s Atlantis.

In this episode of Dark Cornwall, we follow the currents of myth and memory — from Tennyson’s haunting vision of Arthur’s final journey to the traces of ancient forests, stone walls and reefs that hint at a world reclaimed by the ocean. We sail over the perilous Seven Stones, stand on the shingle bar of Loe Pool, and listen for the echoes of a land that may never truly have vanished.

Step into the fog, hear the bells, and decide for yourself what lies beneath the tide.