Tintagel, Village 1894
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Photo ref:
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Situated almost a mile inland from the castle, Tintagel village has a single plain street, a confusion of antique slate buildings and tawdry modern bungalows and shops. On the left, the lumpy roofs of the 14th-century Old Post Office plunge and pitch, the stout chimneys poking at the sky.
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A Selection of Memories from Tintagel
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 Tintagel
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I have discovered that this hotel, Hotel Atlanta, Tintagel, was owned by my 2nd cousin twice removed on my maternal side of the family circ. 1950's/1960's. Mr Cyril and Mrs Grace Ayles are my ancestors. I discovered they owned this place from their probate listing. I found a newspaper report that Grace died from a long illness, but what I cannot find is a newspaper report of how Cyril died. ...see more
I have discovered that this hotel was owned by my 2nd cousin twice removed on my maternal side of the family. Mr Cyril and Mrs Grace Ayles are my ancestors. I discovered they owned this place from their probate listing. I found a newspaper report that Grace died from a long illness, but what I cannot find is a newspaper report of how Cyril died. Considering they were a local business and apparently involved in local ...see more
I was looking through pictures on the FF website of Cornwall, especially those of Helston & Tintagel. The picture of this church stirred an embarrassing memory…
From the late ‘70’s to the new century, spent many Sumner hols at these Cornish villages. Arrived at them on a variety of transport, motor & pushbikes, hire cars, vans & minibuses, even hitching.
At Tintagel, the guardian of the campsite we used ...see more
In 1955 I was 11 years old, I lived in New York with my parents and my brother. My mother was from Scotland, she and my father had met when he was in medical school there. 1954 was my mother's first trip back to see her family since she had left them in July 1943. My brother and I fell in love with Britain and everything about it. That summer we stayed in Scotland. We returned in 1955 and spent about 2 weeks in Tintagel ...see more
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