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Doyden Castle maps
Historic maps of Doyden Castle and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Doyden Castle maps
Doyden Castle photos
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Port Quin| Port Isaac| St Endellion| Polzeath| St Minver| Port Gaverne| Trebetherick| Rock| Padstow| Tregardock| Wadebridge| Egloshayle| Trevone| St Breock| St Teath| St Issey| Little Petherick| Trebarwith| Harlyn Bay| St Tudy| St Merryn| Tintagel| Bossiney
Doyden Castle area books
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Cornwall memories
Port Quin
As a young man with my first car and girlfriend we toured Cornwall and came across Port Quin, wow what a place. No one came here, most of the houses were derelict, the small car park to the left was the only place to park about six cars and it was full. We used to look over the bay to Quay Cottage and dreamt what a lovely place. Years went past, still dreaming. Then in 1990 I found out who owed Qquay Cottage and asked if I could rent it. I was lucky, and to sit outside on a summer's evening watching the sun go down is heaven or to come back at night and sit and look at the stars is so peaceful. Port Quin is heaven on earth.
A TINY HAMLET LOST IN TIME
The year was 1970. Myself and a friend were typical 15 year old youths of the time, well, typical for our type of neighborhood. We had long hair, pierced ears, denim jeans and jackets and owned but a couple of shillings and a pack of Park Drive cigarettes. We had quit school and decided to hitch-hike from our home town (Leicester) to Trelights, to visit mates who were part of a school class (Bosworth community college, Desford) on holiday and staying on a farm in the village. Well, after many rides we finally reached Boscastle. We were walking aimlessly about when we spotted a cute girl going into a gift store which sold trinkets and such to tourists. We went in and talked with her. We had no money, and were going to sleep on the beach that night, but the girl told us she lived in Trelights, and that we could stay with her and her sister. Naturally we took her up on the offer and stayed with the... Read more
Visiting in The 90's
I loved Port Isaac from the first time of seeing, which would have been early 1990's. Since then I have been several times when visiting Cornwall - not so easy when living as I do in Australia.
Out With my Ganny
This hill holds many memories for me, I have walked up and down this hill many times since I was a child. I was born in the village of Port Isaac and as a child I would run, walk and skip up and down Church Hill. I have a picture of my granny holding me in her arms outside the house on the left, and we used to sit on the step for a break before climbing up the very steep hill to the hotel at the top of the hill then called "HOMER PARK HOTEL, and we used to ride the horses that belonged to the hotel.
Growing up (Miss Patricia May)
My memory is my first day of school. I hated it - all I wanted to do was go home, I did not want stay there.
My family lived in Port Isaac all my life and generations before us. Myself and my sister were very happy in this quiet little village and my dad was a local village person and so were his parents before him.
My sister and myself were born in Temple Bar next door to the old bakery, I can still smell the bread cooking in the mornings.
Time For The Beach (Miss Patricia May)
This is one of my biggest memories of growing up in Port Isaac: On summer days my mum Joyce May would take me and my sister Elizebath to Port Gavern beach for the day. My mum would make a packed lunch for us to eat on the beach, and a flask of tea for mum to drink and orange juice for my sister and me, and lots of fruit to eat.
Lots of our schoolmates would go to the beach to play on the rocks and just have fun.
My mum would take us home at 4.30pm because she had to cook tea ready for my dad when he came home at 5.45pm.
My Dad
My dad was born in Port Isaac in 1934. He went to school in Port Isaac. During my childhood and visits to his home village, he told us many stories of this school days and how they would go off fishing for the day in the small fishing boats, he would then add that no one could actually swim! He met my mum while she was on holiday there one year and next year they will be celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary.
