Still enjoying looking at the pictures Jordan took last week at Penberth.. we arrived just as the boats were coming in and as ever it was just like turning back the years..and interesting to see how photographers forever choose the same areas to shoot!
The layout below is one I did for Ken showing our Dad involved with the building of the new winch house and the youngsters in that picture are the ones using it today, 40 years later.
Just loving this picture too of 'The Phonebox', 'Our Phonebox', 'St Buryan 358' to be precise!
Life was so quiet then, no television in our house and in the still of the day we could hear the ring from indoors.. no wonder then that we could give the number as 'ours'! And if not ours, then lovely Auntie Janie who lived in the thatch house would be the only other person to answer it, and not one to miss a trick or some gossip she would always get there before the ringing stopped!
When, as a teenager my brother was getting more calls than he wanted from the latest girlie (he was working on violets in the field next to the box) he had to put a stone under the receiver instead of leaving the phone off the hook, beacuse Auntie Janie would see it off the hook and put it back!
This is screaming book Kathi book. So envy your memories.xx
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