Perranporth, The Rocks 1912
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The cliffs to the south of Perranporth are riddled with the adits of old mine workings, which followed the rich veins of tin and copper that ran from the granite intrusion of Cligga Head into the surrounding Killas slate.
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A Selection of Memories from Perranporth
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 Perranporth
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I began school in the hut above the playing fields ( later becoming the scout/guide hut and play group).
Miss Howlet was our teacher, we sang and heard bible stories and use little coloured sticks for our sums.
Playing with brown plasticine or toys from the cupboard in the afternoon.
When it was cold our little bottles of milk were placed on the heater to warm.
A year later we moved to the new ...see more
His father Sydney had been a Police Inspector who served in Rhodesia, and lived in Perranporth in a property called Inyanga and was a members of the Golf Club. Kenneth & Nellie Edwards were residents of the town up to the 1990s and her sister Mrs Eileen Mace became a resident in the 1970s. On 8th September 1946 Kenneth married Widow Nellie Kathleen Drake in Brixton.
My family lived in Perranporth from 1963 to 1967 when we moved to Goonhavern 3 miles away. There were six of us children and, in town or 3 miles away, we all looked forward to the CSSM coming during our school holidays. It was fun, it was free and offered the best gift in history, the love of Jesus Christ - once you had taken him into your heart.
I recall great nights in the sand dunes around a ...see more
In WW2 the father of my uncle Ken Edwards was the "Billeting officer" Mr Sydney Edwards, who was an ex police inspector with a manner which was very stern and he soon sorted out the children who were playing pranks with the supplies provided for defensive means. The author Michael Edwards included this incident in a book he wrote about Perranporth (Cornwall) and it was printed by Penwartha Press.
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