Looking due East from my vantage point on Porth Island on the outskirts of Newquay seemed the most idyll place in the world to me as a child.Far away from the angst of a crowded home,with all it’s attendant emotion detritus,I could just empty my head there and bathe myself in the supersonic booms of the Atlantic as it buffeted the Island.That word Island I suppose was using a measure of poetic license,as it really was part of the North Cornish coastline,and was never a separate entity,but we locals used that term.
On winter days,it was deserted ,and the East wind would get up making it appear
Be nigh on impossible to stand up ,at least,that is what it appeared like for a,young pre teen such as moi.Those days following a difficult lesson when things with Bach or Buxtehude just didn’t work for my tiny brain enabled me to go debrief myself as I sat and just let the great outdoors soothe me of that technical stuff like pedal technique,fingering positions,endless scales,new music new music,dynamics ,working for a concert and services at the church.Honestly,I hear my sisters talk about how poor we all were,and I hear their words,but I never picked up what they meant back then.This has been a theme of my life of being motivated by things of a physical nature and especially if folk start to moan about their lot in life.To me,growing up less than ten miles from a breathtaking coastline was a real life saver to me and one that I consider myself so lucky to access even now.
In those days,the tourist season was far shorter and you felt as if you “got your beaches back ” after the end of August.Granted,there were a smattering of visitors who might venture west of Exeter after the end of August,but this time of year signalled the end of summer and into the change in the weather.You could feel it in the air,so to speak,but it didn’t put me off going to Porth Island it just strengthened my resolve to appreciate it even more.
Nowadays,with the proliferation of social media,I find it wonderful to witness those who visit the Island there at Porth and who have embraced it as their own too.It just seems right.With people flying drones around the place,it also gives a person like me a window into its present day pulse,it’s,life force so to speak,and I hope that it will sustain the curiosity of many many more folk in the generations to come.
As this blog post is fast becoming the unofficial Newquay tourist board plug for Porth ,then I make my apologises but it was a thought that came into my mind,and I wanted to share it,as is my want.
Do you have a favourite place that you have visited since childhood?Did it help wth your life at that time?In these days when we have to be so careful with the welfare four children,those days were the Halycon times for freedom and “lashngs of ginger beer” type freedoms.
As I close my eyes,I can imagine the tide at this time of the day ,and it is like an emotional blanket or an old eiderdown over my body,and with that “Here endeth my metaphysical muse journey for today”