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The Quillett
Just a quick message to say that the cottage on the left that comes down to the road in the photo is ours. It is now called the Quillett, we have restored it back to its former glory, and makes a wonderful home. Thank you for the wonderful photo from your collection.
Regards,
Graham Jinks.
Devon memories
This Was my Home in 1969 For A Few Years.
I used to live in the first house on the left side of the photo 'Thurlestone Cottages 1890', in 1969 for a number of years. The house was then called 'Thatchways'. The smaller cottages attached to the main house are now missing; I believe they were destroyed many years before. We did however discover the old flagstone floor under the front lawn!!
I Lived in Hope Cove
I lived in the coastguard station from about 1952 to 1955. I spent alot of time sitting on the sea wall in the summer. I worked for a time at Greystones Guest house. I met my future husband in Hope Cove, he lived in a house that his father built called Homelea next to the Grand view hotel. About 1955 I moved to Bolt Head,Coastguard Station and went to work in the post office at Malborough.
Fair Tides Guest House
My parents owned and ran a guest house... Fair Tides... just up from Mousehole Beach, a stone's throw from the sea.
I lived here until 1965.... not long enough as I wanted to stay here until I died I loved it so much.
The years I spent growing up in and around Hope Cove are a priceless memory which I have carried with me throughout my life. These memories have inspired me and delighted me when nothing else would.
Early Years
I was born at Hope just after the war and had an idyllic childhood. Early memories are of the Regatta, the visits from the Salcombe Lifeboat, the scout party raising funds for the Lynton Lynmouth disaster, the coronation village celebration and going up on Bolt Tail to look for the Britannia passing by, the Christmas parties at Galmpton Village Hall, the annual coach trips to the pantomime in Plymouth and to Goodrington. Those are some of the whole village events but then there are many more memories of playing with the few children in the village in complete safety and freedom. A magical place to grow up which still gives me a buzz whenever I go back.
Hope And Anchor Inn
My first visit to South Devon was in 1950 as a teenager. We lived in London but my parents had discovered Salcombe and a boarding house in Devon Road and that is where we spent several consecutive summer holidays. From there we explored the surrounding area including Hope Cove.
I fell in love with the area and for a long time thought I would retire in the South Hams district of Devon but it was not to be. Over the next sixty years I have visited the area several times, and it has never disappointed me.
My first memory of Hope Cove was an evening trip with friends. While the adults had a drink in the pub we youngsters had lemonade and Smith's crisps outside.
Have been back to the Hope and Anchor several times since then. On one occasion I was with a friend staying in Salcombe. We walked... Read more
My Soldier
Bolberry Down, brings back such lovely memories to me of the days of National Service. My boyfriend and I spent some of his leave sitting there and dreaming of his demob. We would go there and do a lot of walking, the cliffs are so high that now when I go back its quite frightening. I remember when a man drove his car right over the cliff. In 1956 I married my soldier and had 50 years of happy marriage. I have a photo of him sitting on the cliff that I keep on my bedside table.
