Just thinking back this morning to the days when I have paused, when wandering along the coastal footpath between Perranuthnoe and Marazion to admire the old boat shed at boat cove. It must be admitted it has never been a thing of beauty more a reminder of a past age this last surviving shed of a much larger group, given to the local fisherman and lastly passed to the National Trust. A memento of a time when villagers fought hard to win a living in the local mines of Wheal Neptune and Wheal Charlotte; farmed a few acres and set out in small boats into the often treacherous Winter seas to support their families
The precipitous slip way from the old boat house - until recently still used to take boat engines down to the Boat Cove below
The old boat shed preserved in the nearly forgotten spirit of make do and mend of past generations, has stood a pithy remnant of salvaged materials gleaned from the sea determinedly holding the low crumbling clay cliffs around Perranuthnoe. But now the winter seas are closing in on her along with Health and Safety so very soon this life requiem of the fisherman of Perranuthnoe will be gone.
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The old boat house at Boat Cove
The precipitous slip way from the old boat house - until recently still used to take boat engines down to the Boat Cove below
The old boat shed preserved in the nearly forgotten spirit of make do and mend of past generations, has stood a pithy remnant of salvaged materials gleaned from the sea determinedly holding the low crumbling clay cliffs around Perranuthnoe. But now the winter seas are closing in on her along with Health and Safety so very soon this life requiem of the fisherman of Perranuthnoe will be gone.
Above the Cove
The tamarist (spelling?) trees that grow beside the coastal path on approach to the old boat shed.
Fishing boats drawn up from the sea to escape the winter storms
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