Coverack 1969

A Memory of Coverack.

In 1969 I was 15 and quit school. I was hitch hiking and ended up in Coverack. I was drinking in the local pub, the Paris Hotel I think, when some construction guys offered me a job digging ditches and laying sewer pipes. It was summer, and the foreman had rented a field from a local farmer. He lived in a caravan and the rest of us had tents. The foreman was a six foot seven South African, and his crew were all Irish men. Every day after quitting work we went to the Paris and got drunk. These guys were crazy, but a lot of fun. Throughout the summer we picked up many tourist girls and took them to barn dances and rodeos in St Keverne. I have never been back since, but the memories are still fresh in my mind.