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World War One visitor

In January 1917, my grandfather, Percy Smith, a young soldier from Australia, was on leave from the Front in France. He visited a family in Camelford, and this is the letter he wrote home to his sister. I would love to know more about the family and the area he visited.
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Helston Manor
Camelford
Cornwell
Jan 31st 1917

Dear Maud,
I wrote to Mother last week - the day after I arrived from France and told her about my journey across. The trip across was not very pleasant but you more than make up for that once you get here.

I spent three days in London and had a look at all the sights - ...read more here
A memory of Camelford contributed by Sally Edsall

Port Quinn visit

Having stayed with relatives at Port Quinn on Wednesday 12 September, we drove to Tintagel staying overnight in an hotel, just out of the town. We spent a wonderful Thursday in Tintagel and enjoyed a terrific time viewing this amazing building. So impressed were we that we have vowed to visit it again and again, for the atmosphere of the 1800's is captured perfectly in the National Trust site. Especially the beautiful and memorable garden, where my husband and I sat and wondered at the beauty of it all. The herb garden, the lawn, the borders, the stone well, the trees and idyllic and peaceful ambience. It is so beautiful and I am in love with it ...read more here
A memory of Tintagel contributed by Theresa Eagles

The old Post Office

My grandmother and all her children except my mother were evacuated to this area during and for some time after WWII.  I have a picture taken outside what I believe to be the post office.   I think perhaps it was on this street c1950.
A memory of Tintagel contributed by Steve Best

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.
A memory of Port Isaac contributed by trisha may