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.
artfulcrone
November 21, 2024 at 1:16 pm
Imagine, denying someone water! I have to feel sorry for that dark soul.
I’m glad you have so many good memories to counter the bad!
mybeautfulthings
November 21, 2024 at 8:01 pm
Mean, wasn’t it? Maybe they’d had trouble with some youngster before – who knows? But I agree and feel sorry for the sadness they must have had to be so unkind to a hot and bothered child. I do have many good memories of my growing up in Cornwall. Cheers to you! 🙂
Calvin
November 20, 2024 at 9:59 pm
Memories. One bad, two good. I’d say you’re even Steven, even one leg up in life.
mybeautfulthings
November 21, 2024 at 7:59 pm
Yep, glass more than half full! All the best to you 🙂
Ark
November 20, 2024 at 9:31 pm
What a rotten reception over a glass of water.
Shame on them.
Perhaps you should pop in, tell the current owners the story and see if you get a drink this time around? 😊
That way you would have a happy memory. Or at least one would hope so.
mybeautfulthings
November 21, 2024 at 7:58 pm
That’s a very good idea! Maybe I’ll get around to doing that. I have many more happy memories than sad ones of living in Cornwall as a child though that house does always give me that memory again. In fact that’s the only bad one. I had an idyllic childhood! 🙂
Ark
November 21, 2024 at 8:09 pm
I have always picked that up from your stories, Sally, which is why the waterless bike ride surprised me.
You never know what may come of a polite knock at the door?
😊
mybeautfulthings
November 23, 2024 at 1:31 pm
It must have really hurt me to be so dismissed for me to remember it nearly 70 years later! Perhaps I really do need to lay that ghost by knocking on the door! 🙂
Ark
November 23, 2024 at 8:48 pm
I think you should. It would make another interesting story.
mybeautfulthings
December 2, 2024 at 7:39 pm
I may, next time we head in that direction. 🙂