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Truro Town Walk Guide
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St Austell Bay Photographic Memories
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Newquay to St Ives Photographic Memories
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St Ewe memories
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Holidays with owners Ruth and Norman Jeffries
We stayed as a family at the Crown Inn many times. We loved the pub and the village and local people. Hope to re-visit. I believe that Ruth lives next door.
Contributed by VIC ANDREWS
Cornwall memories
Holidays with owners Ruth and Norman Jeffries
We stayed as a family at the Crown Inn many times. We loved the pub and the village and local people. Hope to re-visit. I believe that Ruth lives next door.
A memory of St Ewe contributed by VIC ANDREWS
She sent us primroses
In the centre of the picture, the smaller house I believe is 'Cosy Cot' where my aunt Phyllis and cousin Peter spent WW2 and experienced the death of my Uncle Alf in the RAF in 1940. I remember that fragrant parcels used to arrive in the spring, wrapped in greaseproof paper and damp newspaper. They were the primroses and violets that Phyllis picked and sent to us "townies" who lived near London. She had experienced great sorrow in her life, yet she thought of others. My cousin Peter was very ill with what I believe was Lupus, but he was a sweet natured boy - I did not meet him as an adult. He finally died of his problems when he ...read more here
A memory of Pentewan contributed by Jennifer E Chalmers
My Mevagissey
I worked as a tech rep for Rylands, Whitecross, Warrington and I stayed at The Hollies, Mevagissey every six weeks. Mr Jackson was the owner, "Jacko". His daughter was married to a local fisherman. During one visit I arranged for a wire rope to be collected for the fishermen's Co-Operative from British Rope At Par .
For that action the Co-Operative made me an Associate Member of the Fishermen's Social Club. I befriended one fisherman in particular, his name was Ken Billing and when my son was born Ken insisted that I bring him to Meva. Together with my wife we came to Meva and Ken took us out beyond the Dodman and baptized my son with sea water, calling him ...read more here
A memory of Mevagissey contributed by malcolm thurston
Extracts From St Ewe & Cornwall books
This scene has hardly changed for many years; the
beach at Polridmouth is still only accessible on foot.
Although we are just around the corner from St Austell
Bay, this photograph gives us a good view of the
prominent day mark erected in 1832 on the Gribbin
Head as an aid for shipping entering the bay.
An extract from from"St Austell Bay Photographic Memories".
The old pilchard-curing
cellar, or ‘palace’, beside the
shore in the foreground was
one of the largest in
Cornwall. However, by the
time of this early
photograph the harbour
seems already deserted by
the fishing fleet, perhaps in
favour of Mevagissey on the
far side of the bay.
An extract from from"St Austell Bay Photographic Memories".
A boat sails across the bay, which was known as Polkerris or Par Bay in the late-18th century.
The little village of Polkerris is situated at the end of a sheltered valley on the east shore of
St Austell Bay. There was an important pilchard fishery here, and the pier (left) was built in
about 1735 for sheltering the fishing boats rather than for trade.
An extract from from"St Austell Bay Photographic Memories".
Polkerris has hardly
changed, with virtually
no new houses in 70
years. Here we see the
village tucked away in
its valley, with the
great expanse of the
bay reaching beyond
to Black Head (centre)
and the Dodman Point
(left). The garden plots
of the houses are
prominent, sheltered
by hedges and mostly
on the south-facing
slope on the right.
An extract from from"St Austell Bay Photographic Memories".
The gable end of the lifeboat house is seen in the background, almost
at the end of the road through the village. Stone cottages, teas for sale
and no unsightly road markings are the delights of this village.
An extract from from"St Austell Bay Photographic Memories".