Polurrian Cliffs, Cornwall

An Evacuee's Memory

My sixth and last billet as an evacuee during World War II, was at Bodrigy, Cadgwith. Bodrigy was being run almost like a boarding school with about 20 children there, and a matron to oversee us. We all went to school in Ruan Minor, and we would walk across the fields to school. I loved living in that... [more]

Kennack

I have been coming to Kennack since I was a toddler. But 1972 was the first of many years that stand out to me. My family met another family and we are still in touch now, 36 years and more later.

My memories are so many, borrowing beach donkeys and going off on safaris, making dens, rope swings across rivers.... [more]

Many Friends

We moved to Cadgwith in 1979, the best move of our lives, everyone was so friendly. Our two boys grew up there and had the time of their lives fishing and playing on the beach. We were sad to leave in 1987 but will never forget Cadgwith. Steve and Shiela Thornton.

Great uncle charles shop

The shop on the right was run by my great-uncle Charles Johns, and the sweetshop next door by the Steps brothers, with Triggs shop on the left.

Jeux Sans Frontiers

Does anyone remember Jeux Sans Frontiers being organised by Helston Rotary (I think) and held in and on Coronation Lake.

I attended Helston Grammar School during the 60s and lived with my parents Prisk and Phyllis Dale at The Gables Filling Station Trevenen.

coverack 1969

In 1969 I was 15 and quit school. I was hitch hiking and ended up in Coverack. I was drinking in the local pub, the Paris Hotel I think, when some construction guys offered me a job digging ditches and laying sewer pipes. It was summer, and the foreman had rented a field from a local farmer. He lived in a... [more]

Working at the Headland Hotel

While still at Helston Grammar School, I worked at the Headland Hotel during one summer. Pickles was the manager, he was a tyrant but I seemed to get the better of him. I wrecked the lawn-mower running over a rock while pushing it up and down those front lawns in the picture, he tried to make me pay for it out... [more]

15 YEARS AT BARCLAY HOUSE

I remember coming to live at Barclay House in the September with my sister Rachel and my Mum and Dad.  We moved from Sutton Coldfield because Dad no longer wanted to work as a garage mechanic for someone else, and he wanted to own his own garage.  Mum was not at all keen as she was leaving her friends behind, but... [more]