Port Isaac, The Harbour 1920
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Fishing was Port Isaac's living for many centuries, and the staple was, as for so many other Cornish ports, pilchards. These small luggers worked co-operatively with seine nets to ring the huge shoals, aided by 'Huers' on the cliffs who directed the fleet with horns and flags.
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A Selection of Memories from Port Isaac
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 Port Isaac
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I was born in Church Hill, the cottage was called The Nook in 1950. My gran and granfer Glover lived in Middle Street. My mum, Isabel, was their eldest daughter, she married my dad, Bill Brenton, whose parents, Tom and Annie Brenton, lived up at Rosé Cottage Trefreock Lane. My gran use to get her water from the well there. My dad was born in Trfefreock Mill.
After staying in Quay Cottage several times and loving every one of them I still miss going back.
On one visit I asked some local friends round for a BBQ , after a quick look around this original house I showed them the upstairs. One of the old boys looked up to the ceiling and just said, "Wow, look at that", in his deep Cornish accent. I said, "what?" He replied, "the beams are old ships masts", ...see more
My dad was born in Port Isaac in 1934. He went to school in Port Isaac. During my childhood and visits to his home village, he told us many stories of this school days and how they would go off fishing for the day in the small fishing boats, he would then add that no one could actually swim! He met my mum while she was on holiday there one year and next year they will be celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary.
This hill holds many memories for me, I have walked up and down this hill many times since I was a child. I was born in the village of Port Isaac and as a child I would run, walk and skip up and down Church Hill. I have a picture of my granny holding me in her arms outside the house on the left, and we used to sit on the step for a break before climbing up the very steep hill to the hotel at the top of the ...see more
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