White Horses and Sunbeams

Cathy Mayes

Description

So much is lost when our parents or other close family members pass away. So many memories no longer available to us and so this is my gift to my children and my grandchildren, some memories of people, places and adventures we have had together. For anyone visiting Cornwall and other places of natural beauty, there are so many adventures to be had and wonderful memories to be made. Go and make your memories together.

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 avril 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528960403
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

About the Author
Cathy was brought up in Cornwall from the age of 10 on the family farm by her mum and dad, with her two sisters. She has always enjoyed the outdoor life and the diversity that Cornwall offers. Her work has revolved around children, young people and families within Health, Education, Children’s Services and the Voluntary Services. She lectured, for many years, on Child Care and Education before taking up a role within Learning and Development for Cornwall Council. Having retired, Cathy is now able to spend more time with her family and grandchildren, enjoying some of the activities that she enjoyed as a child and sharing some of those special places and adventures described in White Horses and Sunbeams .



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Dedication
This book is dedicated to family and friends who have, together, helped in creating wonderful memories. Acknowledgements


Acknowledgements
To those who have been ‘critical friends’, giving feedback and encouragement, namely: Rosy Grant and Anne Clover, the latter who sadly will never see the finished product.
To my husband, Ian, who has encouraged and supported me through word blindness, and has given hints and tips throughout. To Jannine Neale, who has captured the essence of the story in her illustrations.


Foreword
So much is lost when our parents or other close family members pass away. So many memories no longer available to us and so this is my gift to my children and my grandchildren, some memories of people, places and adventures we have had together.


Introduction
This story is about four generations of my family, it is about special places, lifestyle and outings that we have enjoyed together. The first generation being my parents, second my two sisters and me, third generation being my three children: Elaine, Philip and John and fourth generation my grandchildren: Beth, Dan, Matt and Freddie. Most of the events described have happened, though perhaps not always in the order in which they are told in this story; some are still likely to happen. All have been great fun. I feel so lucky that my children and my grandchildren live close by, enabling me to be fully involved in their lives. We do not live in each other’s pockets but still we are very close.
Cornwall has so many resources to use, visit and enjoy, I feel privileged to live in such a beautiful county. Our lives are not perfect; we have, like most families, had our ups and downs: illness, separation, divorce, grief, loss and sadness. With our support, commitment, sense of humour and love for each other, we have drawn strength. Our family outings, events, opportunities and time together have given us strength to cope with some of the more difficult times and enabled us to relax and enjoy the simple things in life.
We have moved to new houses more than I had ever planned. I had always hoped and dreamed of a lifetime home for my children, as I had, but it was not to be. In each house, however, I have done my best to make a home and the places, special people and surroundings have not changed significantly, they have always been there for us all. Dogs, cats, even chickens have moved in with us and have been an extension of our family.
My parents travelled the world with my sisters and me. My children and now my grandchildren have and are exploring the cultures and delights of faraway places. I suspect that wherever they may travel, they will return to Cornwall, their birthplace, their love. My travels with Dad, Mum and sisters as a child are worthy of another story and so I will leave it there for now.
As a family we have embraced the resources that are on our doorstep: the sea, the beaches, woodlands, moorland, the great expanse of space, and the simplicity that Cornwall has to offer. Home is not only the house that you live in. Home is where you live, where your family and friends are, and most definitely, where your heart is. And mine is here, in Cornwall, North Cornwall.


Chapter 1: Waves End
Waves End is one of the few original bungalows left in the seaside, surfing village of Polzeath. It was built as a holiday home and it nestles at the head of Polzeath beach among the marram grass, a sandy garden surrounded by Cornish stone walls. At varying times of the year, poppies, bluebells, wild garlic and agapanthus, the latter brought over from the Isles of Scilly, bloom. Along the banks the pink sea thrift is establishing itself and a pretty, gorse-like flower grows in the grass alongside other wild flowers.
The vista is ever-changing with time and tide. The view of the sea reflects in the huge picture window, we really are that close to the sea. The headlands of Pentire and Trevose frame the sea and between which lies the Camel Estuary that flows between Greenaway and Padstow towards the Doom Bar. There is a history of wrecks and smuggling along this rugged coast, and even in my time, ships have perished, a tall ship being one that sailed around The Rumps and foundered off Pentire with inevitable losses. Dolphins, basking sharks and seals along with the illusive puffin, if you are lucky, can be seen on this coast and particularly between the small, uninhabited islands of Puffin and Newland.
As I write this, there is a frenzy of wildlife buzzing, cheeping and screeching around me and very soon, next week in fact, this frenzy of wildlife chatter will be joined by the chatter and laughter of families arriving for their annual seaside holiday. Let the bustle begin!

Let me tell you a little about Waves End. It is rented by a continuation of returning customers and friends from early March until the end of October, and even then, the season continues to extend to the Christmas holidays and the February half-term. Our only chance to stay here is during the odd week that is not booked, precious times for me and my family. The bungalow is furnished in keeping with its age; it was built in 1927, comfortable and family-orientated. There are large ‘Narnia type’ wardrobes in two of the bedrooms, which evoke thoughts of adventure and mystery, although mostly they seem to become the storeroom for midnight feasts! Children particularly like the big, front bedroom as it has three beds and it is fun to share both the space and the sense of excitement and adventure, as well as the stories shared with each other at night whilst listening to the sea outside. The floors throughout are driftwood, the kitchen is small and cosy with the big wood-burning stove in the original chimney recess. The living space is joined together and only in part separated by a wrought-iron screen, depicting a sailing boat on the waves. With the black-beamed ceilings, it oozes character from every corner and puts me in mind of an Enid Blyton setting, children living their dreams and adventures together. It merges easily into an adventure with children investigating together, in and out of caves, looking for mysterious sea creatures in the abundant rock pools.
Polzeath is a one-street village to the newcomer and in respect of shops and eateries. There is still a strong local community living here as well as the holiday homes, only lived in for part of the year. These are obvious as you descend the hill to the village. Many of the old-style properties have been demolished and reconstructed in new modern designs with balconies, weather boarding and masses of glass to take in the stunning views. And yet, we still have, on the Trebetherick side of the village, the quaint old fisherman’s cottages, whitewashed with flowers around the doors, a real cacophony of design and colour. The beach is very popular with families as well as being a very popular surfing beach with lifeguards on the lookout to keep people safe. There are all manner of shops in the village that can kit you out for hire or purchase. Everything, clothes and equipment required for enjoying the beach life is available. There are also a variety of eateries: ice cream parlours, coffee shops, caf é s, restaurants, caravan and campsites as well as surf shops and surf schools in abundance, such is the demographic of a seaside village. Artisan traders set up their stands along the beach wall to sell their wares, jewellery, hair braids and other crafts, all adding to the relaxed and friendly atmosphere of the village.
My home is about a mile up the hill from the village, on the farm where I was brought up with my two sisters. Dad farmed sheep and arable. Now the farm is farmed by my younger sister, my brother-in-law and my eldest son Philip. The farming calendar is a big part of country life and whilst not directly involved in farming, I am on the fringe of things. I may be needed for Granny duties. Farming means early mornings, busy days and late evenings in the fields, ploughing and harvesting, whether it be haymaking, silage or corn harvest, shearing and, of course, all year round caring for the livestock. Lambi