Very interesting as I’m reading EV Thompson’s book – The Restless Sea. All about Pulrudden House in the 1830’s
My great granfer Alfred Rowe was born in the house at ‘Giskey Beach in 1892.
The tears are welling in my eyes as I write. My mum and dad were just keeping their heads financially above water during the sixties but, somehow, once a year, they always managed to take me, my late brother and my surviving sister on holiday to Pentewan Sands.
It was in August in 1968 (when I was twelve) that we embarked on the sad journey home for, what turned out to be, the last time. I am now nearly 63 but still have reoccurring dreams that I am back walking the sandy beach, exploring the rocky coves and again standing on the end of the long lost pier where I caught my first mackerel. Such wonderful memories. I fear that I can never return as the hurt would be overwhelming. Please defend this special place from the ever present threat of over development.
Thank you for your lovely words. I think all in the village try their best to keep the look and feel the village and beach have. Pentewan and Cornwall more generally is truly a place of magic.