Mousehole, The Harbour 1927
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Delightful dark brown granite cottages hug the narrow choked streets of Mousehole (pronounced Mouzel). The village was once Mounts Bay's greatest fishery, and salt was unloaded here from Brittany for salting the Cornish pilchards. Pilgrims sailed from Mousehole's quay to the Holy Land.
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A Selection of Memories from Mousehole
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Mousehole
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Image 138 sure as hell isn't Mousehole - I've lived here for 25 years and the harbour piers look nothing like this and the seascape to the left bear absolutely no resemblance to Parade Cliffs!
I'm absolutely confident that image 138 is of Mullion Harbour, but the slanted pier face has been squared off since 1955.
If you don't believe me look here: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/401242648052306246/
Thank you for the correction - archivist has been informed. Ed
I fell in love with Mousehole back in 1970 when I came across it quite by accident. My girlfriend and I were staying at a B&B called LowLee which is positioned just outside Newlyn on the clifftop overlooking the sea. We would normally turn left out of LowLee and make for Sennen Cove which was our favourite beach. On this particular day we went right from LowLee and along the coast road which ...see more
It was the summer of 1981 and we had rented a cottage in Mousehole for the summer school holidays. My friend's aunt and uncle lived just across the road and it was through them that we were able to rent the cottage. I took my two boys and my friend took her young son. Off we set from Leicester for the long, long journey down to the end of England. When you have young children it seems a lot longer. We took bikes ...see more
This town is where my ancestors started to spread far and wide, beginning in 18th century or thereabouts. Some distant cousins still live there, I'm sure.
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