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Portwrinkle maps
Historic maps of Portwrinkle and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Portwrinkle maps
Portwrinkle photos
We have no photos of Portwrinkle, although we do have photos of these nearby places:
Crafthole| Sheviock| St Germans| Whitsand Bay| Downderry| Freathy| Seaton| Hessenford| Tideford| Landrake| Torpoint| Millbrook| Saltash| Rame| Cawsand| Kingsand| Devonport| Cremyll| Morval| Menheniot
Portwrinkle area books
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Memories of Portwrinkle
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Portwrinkle Beach
My parents used to take me there after school sometimes on their half day off from Menheniot C0-Op in the 1950s and early 1960s when I was a child. It was a steep climb down to the beach from the road but worth the effort. Once a wave came in and washed our things into the sea and people scrambled to retrieve them, after that my parents always sat on the grassy bank! One Wednesday we arrived to find an ambulance and police there and they asked us to wait in our car until stretchers were brought up the path. Some children on holiday had drowned. The parents were staying in the hotel right opposite. We went to Hannafore or Looe after that as it lost some of its appeal.
Cornwall memories
Donkey Halt.
The bungalow in the centre of the photograph is called Donkey Halt as when the carts of pilchards were taken up the hill by donkeys they stopped there for a rest before tackling the very steep hill to the main road at the top.
'The Rame Peninsula Through Time'
I am currently compiling a book for Amberley Publishing called 'The Rame Peninsula Through Time'. The book will feature 90 old photos and 90 new photos. The new photos will all be in colour. I was wondering if anyone would be so kind as to lend me and old personal photos they have of the area? Email copies would be fine. I think it will prove to be a very interesting and attractive book when it's completed. Thanks for any help anyone can give me, it's much appreciated. Best wishes, Derek Tait. derek.tait@virgin.net
Glebe Barn
It was such a delight to find our house so clearly captured by the photographer in this composition! The barns pictured to the right of the church were bought by my husband and I in 1998. Originally they were grain storage barns, and in later years the village barn-dances were held there. They were converted to residential in 1983 by the previous owners, and run as a guest house. We have shared 10 happy years here in this beautiful place with many holiday visitors who came to stay.
Sadly, I have to move on now, as my husband has passed away, but the memories are permanently captured in this print.
Amelia Hawke
I came to live in Cornwall, just nine miles from St. Germans in December 2006. Much to my amazement, I found that my Great Grandmother, Amelia Hawke was born and brought up here in the house next door to the post office. Her father George Hawke was a bootmaker. I did much research into the Hawke family while I lived in Cornwall for about 15 months and still go back as often as I can to see all the graves of my ancestors in the graveyard opposite the church.
Chamber Rock
as early as i can remember, chamber rock has never changed
Fishing With Billy
Billy was a hero to we boys. In the daytime you could go crabbing with him; at night, out drifting. He drove an old open jeep and at times you would see five, six or even seven boys clinging to parts of this ex-US vehicle as it bounced its way up the slipway, or tore through the Cornish lanes on the way to Looe, where he kept his bigger boat, the "Ella".
A shake, or an alarm clock at 5.00am. Pull on my boots and a thick woollen jumper. It would be pitch dark, nothing stirred in the village. As I made my way the five hundred yards to the centre of the village, my heart would be in my mouth; every shadow a threat, every noise a danger. Then, through the night, the clumping of heavy sea boots: "That you D'Arcy?", the comforting sound of Billy.
As we launched the boat, using his jeep and a clever device that lifted and lowered his open boat into the... Read more
