Roche

Read and share memories of Roche and Cornwall inspired by Frith photos

First visit

I first discovered Roche while on a motoring holiday with my parents when I was 12 years old.  Being young and nimble, I was up those ladders like a monkey, much to the horror of my parents.  
My latest visit was last week, Monday 11th September 2006, and although I was ready to try the ladders again, my fiance would not allow me, because, unfortunately, I am not a teenager any more. I was not really aware of any changes due to the long period in between my visits, and my memory of it has obviously faded.
Contributed by david neville

First visit

I first discovered Roche while on a motoring holiday with my parents when I was 12 years old.  Being young and nimble, I was up those ladders like a monkey, much to the horror of my parents.  
My latest visit was last week, Monday 11th September 2006, and although I was ready to try the ladders again, my fiance would not allow me, because, unfortunately, I am not a teenager any more. I was not really aware of any changes due to the long period in between my visits, and my memory of it has obviously faded.
A memory of Roche contributed by david neville

The bones-playing shopkeeper

I was born in Stenalees in 1962. When I was a kid the local shopkeeper (before Mr Kemp) used to entertain us kids by playing the bones. In fact he gave me a set when I was 8, which I still have.  Mark Scott.
A memory of Stenalees contributed by First Name Last Name

Lockengate of the ''40s

I  lived in St Austell as a child but my Uncle Ewart and Aunt Ruby farmed at Trescoll Farm, Lockengate. From a very early age I spent every holiday with them and although only four or five years old at the time, I remember well and fondly those wartime years, the Land Army girls and the two shire horses. (The first Fordson Major tractor didn't arrive here until the early '50's.)   Trescoll was up a long lane from Lockengate and each morning Uncle would harness up one of the horses and after hand milking his twenty or so South Devon breed cows would  load the churns into the cart and take them down to Lockengate where there was a concrete block ...read more here
A memory of Lockengate contributed by Peter Marks