Built in 1271 to accommodate the stone masons who were constructing St Senara's Church, the delightfully atmospheric Tinners Arms has around 700 years of history crackling away with in its time-washed walls.
It is named for the fact that it predominately catered to the needs of the tin miners to who this remote area was once home.
More recently, tourists, along with a smattering of writers, artists, musicians and poets have found their way to this remote Cornish corner - and even the author D. H. Lawrence is reputed to have found its draw irresistible and spent two happy weeks here with his wife in 1916.
Indeed, so impressed was Lawrence with the surroundings that he was moved to declare, "At Zennor one sees infinite Atlantic, all peacock-mingled colours, and the gorse is sunshine itself. Zennor is a most beautiful place: a tiny granite village nestling under high shaggy moor-hills and a big sweep of lovely sea beyond, such a lovely sea, lovelier even than the Mediterranean… It is the best place I have been in, I think."
Inevitably, several of the long ago customers are said to return here as ghosts, and several people have witnessed the shade of a ghostly miner who manifests outside the main door over the pub.
Other phenomenon is of the poltergeist variety, with glasses suddenly lifting, apparently of their own accord, and pictures have been known to fall from the walls for no apparent reason.