Hi Ekla.
Is thus the cove that is on the coastal path leaving Pentewan Sands to Mevagissey?
If so, we stumbled across the cove during our stay earlier this year my friend and I had an amazing experience at the cove. It took us some time to discover tge name of the cove which we believe to be Port Giskey?
If the ruined house was where Alfred’s home was we would love to know more about his life there…what did he do for a living? Who did he live with etc…
Do you have any photos or paintings of this cove?
Best wishes
Penny
Hi Penny! I am not sure of his life there, but according to Mum he was a good man. He served in the Pentewan home guard during WW2.
He worked as agardener at Antony House in Torpoint, where he met my wonderful great gran, Lily Allen, from Grampound. She was a cook there.
The house was in the hands of a doctor sometime in the 50s or 60s. I have been told that some junky squatters moved in in the 60s and trashed the place. After that i think it was left to ruin.
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.
My mother recently died, one of the paintings that she had is a large oil of Pentewan Harbour, painted in 1940 by the artist John Haggis. If you are interested I could send you a photo of the painting. I know my parents went to Pentewan to see where the painting had been from.
Just happened to find this website looking for some local place names. The pictures are absolutely fabulous and brought back a tonne of memories of my childhood growing up in and around the village. We lived in The Nest (as it was called then) next to the post office. Orginally it was owned by my mum and dad but later by my grandparents before my mum and I moved ‘up country’. Still visited and stayed with my grandparents every school holiday until I was nearly twenty. We were floaded out on numerous occassions being directly over the brook – not a lot of fun. I recognise some of the faces in one or two pictures and my grandads car (perhaps my mums ford Anglia too!). Great to see, thank you.
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.
Hi Ekla.
Is thus the cove that is on the coastal path leaving Pentewan Sands to Mevagissey?
If so, we stumbled across the cove during our stay earlier this year my friend and I had an amazing experience at the cove. It took us some time to discover tge name of the cove which we believe to be Port Giskey?
If the ruined house was where Alfred’s home was we would love to know more about his life there…what did he do for a living? Who did he live with etc…
Do you have any photos or paintings of this cove?
Best wishes
Penny
Hi Penny! I am not sure of his life there, but according to Mum he was a good man. He served in the Pentewan home guard during WW2.
He worked as agardener at Antony House in Torpoint, where he met my wonderful great gran, Lily Allen, from Grampound. She was a cook there.
The house was in the hands of a doctor sometime in the 50s or 60s. I have been told that some junky squatters moved in in the 60s and trashed the place. After that i think it was left to ruin.
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.
Hi John,
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.
Best wishes…Paul
My mother recently died, one of the paintings that she had is a large oil of Pentewan Harbour, painted in 1940 by the artist John Haggis. If you are interested I could send you a photo of the painting. I know my parents went to Pentewan to see where the painting had been from.
Yours Sarah Lewis
Just happened to find this website looking for some local place names. The pictures are absolutely fabulous and brought back a tonne of memories of my childhood growing up in and around the village. We lived in The Nest (as it was called then) next to the post office. Orginally it was owned by my mum and dad but later by my grandparents before my mum and I moved ‘up country’. Still visited and stayed with my grandparents every school holiday until I was nearly twenty. We were floaded out on numerous occassions being directly over the brook – not a lot of fun. I recognise some of the faces in one or two pictures and my grandads car (perhaps my mums ford Anglia too!). Great to see, thank you.