Once upon a time, a very long time when I was maybe eleven years old, I cycled from Truro to Perranporth, about 10 miles. Sadly, I hadn’t realised how hot it was, had forgotten to take water with me so stopped at a farmhouse on the way to ask, very nicely as I was a well brought up child, if I could please have a drink of water. “No, clear off! ” was the response and I have never forgotten that moment. Today it’s a smart looking place that looks rather like a hotel.
We lived in and around Perranporth for several years and today was a bit of a memory-jogger. I loved the beach and still do.
One summer, when I was seven, we lived in the ground floor flat of a lovely big house, one of the terrace at the top to the left of the picture.
Another summer, we spent in a caravan and a tent on the Liskey Hill campsite and I loved every moment.
