The Tiny Port of Charlestown
I briefly attended Charlestown Infants' school in 1942 as it accepted children a years earlier than Mount Charles Infants (just a mile away) which I lived just a few yards from on Porthpean Road. I was four years old at the time.
During those war years the quaysides around the inner dock had corrugated iron buildings that were used in the fitting out of inshore mine-sweeper vessels. These boats were built at nearby Par and had their engines and machinery fitted at Charlestown. These sheds were removed at the end of the war and once more the harbour looked very much as it had when it was built by Charles Rashleigh in the last decade of the 1700s.
Inspite of wartime restrictions, we locals were permitted access to the beaches and the one on the eastern side of the harbour entrance was our destination whenever the weather allowed. As we grew older mother would be waiting for us there with a snack when we raced down the hill after school. The beach was very pebbley but with the breakwater to dive off and the wonderful rock pools to play in at low water spring-tides the pain of walking over pebbles was ignored, as only preoccupied, very happy kids can.
During the late forties and fifties, there were water-polo matches played in the outer harbour during the summer, and evening tides permitting. The Charlestown team played against teams from Fowey, Mevagissey, Falmouth and others, both home and away. There was also an annual regatta and swimming gala and a memorable event was walking the greasy pole erected out over the harbour wall.
The harbour was very busy during those years with the export of china clay from the claypits all around the St Austell area. The dried clay was loaded into small coastal ships (200-300 tons) from where it was transported to the Continent. It was always exciting to watch a ship that had lain anchored in the bay awaiting high tide, come into the harbour under the guidance of the port pilot Tommy Coates. The entrance was so narrow, and entailed a 90 degree turn towards the lock gates that retained the water in the inner harbour. Manually operated capstans, mounted at strategic points along the harbour wall, were used to winch the ships into position, so that with the engine "very slow ahead" the ship would creep into the inner basin with only inches to spare on both sides. At that time the two massive wooden gates were also opened and closed manually with capstans but some years later these were replaced by a hydraulically operated gate that was lowered into a horizontal position to allow ships to pass over.
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RE: RE: The Tiny Port of Charlestown
Well, I was lucky to have born at 1 Church Road, Charlestown in the 1940s and I am now enjoying the memories of others. We were so lucky to have enjoyed those early days and were truly blessed, let's have some more, cheers.
Comment from John Trudgeon on Sunday, 24th April 2011.
RE: RE: The Tiny Port of Charlestown
I was born in the 1950's in St. Austell. All my relatives lived around the harbour in Charlestown. I thought it was quite normal to go from auntie to auntie getting saffron buns and pasties to keep me going! Totally safe, everyone knew everyone by sight if not friends. My first five years were spent with afternoons on the beach, then skin tight from the salt water, and sandy feet, we would walk up Charlestown Road, full of contentment. The village had a butcher, and my uncle had in the past kept the shop/Post Office. Like others there was a thrill watching the ships come into the tiny harbour, especially at night. In 1900's My grandfather was first mate on the Brigantine Waterwitch. It sailed from Charlestown, and I think was at one point a training ship. Mandy Sutton
Comment from Amanda Sutton on Thursday, 29th March 2012.