‘A sense of anarchy and misrule’: the osses, warring oaks and lobbed sprouts of Penzance’s Montol festival

On the winter solstice, the Cornish town transforms into a rambunctious festival full of dance, delinquency and Morris dancers. Our writer dodges the vegetable missiles – and learns how to get the best out of a horse skull

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