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Lundy Bay maps
Historic maps of Lundy Bay and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Lundy Bay maps
Lundy Bay photos
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Polzeath| Port Quin| St Minver| Trebetherick| Rock| St Endellion| Port Isaac| Port Gaverne| Padstow| Trevone| Wadebridge| Little Petherick| St Issey| St Breock| Egloshayle| Harlyn Bay| St Merryn| Mother Iveys Bay| Trevose Head| Tregardock| Constantine Bay| Treyarnon Bay| Porthcothan Bay
Lundy Bay area books
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Memories of Lundy Bay
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Cornwall memories
Special Days at Polzeath
My family lived at Trelights. My Uncle Reg was a school teacher in London although he was a Trelights boy, when he came home in the summer holidays in his old Austin 6 he would often take us to Polzeath, they were special days.
Off we would go loaded up with sandwiches and apples, oh and don't forget the little primus stove to boil the kettle for cups of tea and the wooden boards for riding the waves. The beach even on hot days was never crowded and no one sat in the middle, only around the edges in the rocks, mainly for shelter from the sea breezes.
We made huge sand castles and sand boats to sit in when the tide was fast approaching to see how long the walls would hold out, oh the screams from the children when the sea breached the sides.
Oh they were lovely days.
Memories of Polzeath During The The Last War
My family lived at 'Bryher' New Polzeath. I went to Hoiliday House School, Harry Edwards was the Headmaster. He lived with his wife and children in a cottage at Porteath Farm. What better place could there be to grow up. I still keep in touch with Melville Coad, we were at school together, his father was the local butcher. We had some great times; apart from the evacuees, the war never came to Polzeath. I do remember the 'Dragons Teeth' tank traps in the village and the scaffolding that stretched across the beach. After the war, German POWs were used to take them down. Would like to hear from anyone who went to Holiday House at that time.
Family Holidays
We had many happy family holidays at Polzeath. We always stayed in a bungalow above Tristram Cliff and could walk down across the fields to the beach. In the early days cars were not confined to the area at the top of the beach and some were caught by the tide. The Kellys ice cream van used to drive around the whole beach at low tide. Surfing was popular in the 60s although plywood boards were used by surfers and wet suits were unheard of. Some people played a game which entailed hitting a small ball attached to an elastic line; I think it was called Jocari. Apart from that, the usual beach cricket was much in evidence as were the many wind breaks which were made from heavy canvas. Although people changed into bathing costumes when weather permitted, many wore formal clothes to the beach.
Tristram House, New Polzeath
I was introduced to Cornwall and Polzeath when as a teenager I went to an Anglican young people's house party at Tristram House. I absolutely fell in love with Cornwall and remember wonderful walks across the cliffs to Port Isaac. Watching the tide crashing in over the rocks just below the house and riding the surf on the wooden belly boards were just some of the joys I remember! I remember the lovely ladies who looked after us, sharing their faith and encouraging us in our own walk, I've never looked back having been a practicing Christian for many years now and also having exprienced many wonderful holidays in Cornwall ever since. Earlier this year I returned to New Polzeath and was sad to see that Tristram House seemed very neglected but actually quite glad to see it was still as it was! So many happy memories but I wonder about the house....who owns it now?
Happy Days
My uncle 'discovered' Polzeath in the 1930s ,it must have been wonderful to come across such a lovely place after London. My parents went there during the war, I imagine it was a real haven for them in those turbulent times. I have visited there now for over 50 years, though now I always go out of season as it is too popular now in the summer holidays.
I have great memories of spending every summer there, we usually stayed in a variety of odd little houses and caravans but all wonderful! I don't much like the way Polzeath has evolved over the last 15 years, especially in the village, but the beach, cliffs and sea are still magnificent and unchanging.
Polzeath in The Second World War.
We lived at "Caradon" during the Second World War. I was young when we moved there and we left soon after the war ended.
I remember Dr Thames' pre-school, and the nursery school on the Terrace in New Polzeath - and their big rocking horse that I always wanted to ride, and also Holiday House, where I started when I was five. Mr Edwards was the headmaster, and his daughter Jill started school the same time that I did. I remember the kids dividing into teams and building rival sand castles during lunch recess, and then each "team" attacking the other team's castle when it was time to head back to school
Other memories:- Mr Couch's grocery store - his son Francis was about my age. The Barnardo homes just below my house on the hill, and the way they used to yell at me when I went past - I was scared of them. The Brownie troop.
Mr Baine's farm behind us, and how mad my mum... Read more
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.
