Growing Up Miss Patricia May
A Memory of Port Isaac.
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.
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