"Rame" is a rare word in English which means branch. Rame is also the name of two villages in Cornwall:
Rame may also refer to:
Coordinates: 50°19′29″N 4°12′48″W / 50.3246°N 4.2133°W / 50.3246; -4.2133
Rame (Cornish: Hordh) is a hamlet between Rame Head and the village of Cawsand in South East Cornwall. It is situated on the Rame Peninsula. Rame means the high protruding cliff, or possibly, the ram's head.
Originally Cawsand was in the parish of Rame, but now has its own church in the village. The neighbouring church at Maker is in the same parish as Rame. Together they are called 'Maker-with-Rame' parish. Rame was recorded in the Domesday Book (1086) when it was held by Ermenhald from Tavistock Abbey. There were 27 households, land for 6 ploughs, 10 acres of pasture and 30 acres of underwood. An electoral ward bearing the name of Rame exists. The population at the 2011 census was 4,763.
There is another Rame near Falmouth in west Cornwall. It is believed that the west Cornwall Rame was named after the one on the Rame Peninsula.
During his time in command of the Channel Fleet between 1805 and 1807 John Jervis, 1st Earl of St Vincent rented a house in Rame.
Coordinates: 50°09′44″N 5°11′00″W / 50.1621°N 5.1833°W / 50.1621; -5.1833
Rame (Cornish: Hordh) is a small hamlet approximately three miles west of Penryn and five miles northeast of Helston in Cornwall. It is located on the A394 main road.
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