Salcombe

I went to school there, but, uh, I was very lucky that I als- always had, um, a place to go on holidays in Devon and Cornwall, um, through my parents.

My mum and dad separated when I was young, and Dad had friends in Cornwall, and Mum had a second home in Salcombe.

So yeah, I basically spent all of my time outside of school, um, by the sea and, uh, on the sea.

There's no guarantee you're gonna love it, but you did.

While in spells of bad weather he has to pass days of enforced idleness on shore when day after day the sea rolls in upon his port in a way that defies any attempt to go out to his work from it.

All this kind of thing was new to me, but I could have hardly selected a better spot for the study of it than the half mile of shifting shingle across the valley between Peak Hill and the Ham, or mouth of the little Sid under Salcombe Hill.

This beach is backed shoreward by a strong seawall built years ago by Rennie when a pier and harbor was proposed for the place, and the older fishermen said that in preparing a foundation for the western arm of this harbor masses of rock were blown up and destroyed which, when they were young, afforded some shelter from southwesterly gales in landing or launching.

Now there is none.

Out of water and coal.

How overruled and obtained.

An early start for Salcombe.

An invisible entrance and buoys.