Trevina first appears in a Lanhydrock Estate map of circa 1650 and is listed on the Tithe roll of 1840. The bulk of the present house was built in the 1880’s to replace an earlier farmhouse that stood alongside a millrace that once ran down our driveway. Bits of the older structure were liberally incorporated into the present house & cottage.


Although not identifiable in the Doomsday book, a study of woody shrubs and tree species in sections of hedgerows around Trevina House gives a date of 1000 AD, give or take a hundred years. The farm on top of the hill on the opposite bank of Trevina brook, Trevenna, was once a monastery and it is probable that Trevina was one of its tied farms.


However, as with most Celtic places, the origins of Trevina are shrouded in the mists of time... The house is surrounded by history and legend.

A leyline is reputed to run through the house and people often comment on how calm and peaceful the house seems. Others claim to have had experiences of an otherworldly nature whilst walking in the valley (tales best told late on a winters evening around a blazing log fire).

There are indeed wonderful tales to tell. Trevina brook flows into the River Loveney a few hundred yards beyond our lower woods. The Loveney rises from the naturally occurring Dozemary Pool which is reputed to be possessed of mystical qualities not least of which dates back some 1470 years to when Sir Bedivere cast the bloodied Excalibur back into its still waters, and the hand that rose to receive it.

But our little valley was inhabited long before the mythical time of King Arthur. From the  landing window can be seen the crown of Berry Down Castle, hold of some Iron Age chieftain, long dead before the Roman Legions disembarked, or Tristan wooed Iseult in the woods by Tywardreath. 

Trevina, A Potted History...

Of even greater antiquity are the quoits or megalithic tombs, stone circles and standing stones, cold fingers pointing skyward and full of meaning long forgotten, forsaken on many a moorland crossroads. Perhaps not for nothing is the hill that rises behind Trevina known as Hobs or Hobbs Hill, A Hob or Hobs being defined by Katherine Briggs in her  “A Dictionary of Fairies” as “…the general name for a tribe of kindly, beneficent and occasionally mischievous spirits …”.


We love Trevina, the myths and legends that abound in this part of Cornwall. And all this is yours to share and explore... Set in 14 acres of beautiful gardens, meadows, orchards and woods, all of which you can wander to your hearts content. Have a look at our 1930’s style Grounds Plan and plan your walk of the grounds.