During this autumn re-visit to Portreath, the beach was being explored by children from the local school, on a trip with their teachers. What sensations, awareness and inspiration for young minds, right on the doorstep. The sun had broken through and the surf was high, exploding against the harbour wall in a white crescendo. Although it was mild, the bracing wind gave an elemental feel to the beach.
Looking down on Portreath with Duncan, showing his appreciation of the nature in the area.
On the waterline at Portreath in the morning, next to a lively sea.
The clean sets rolling in against the beach at Portreath reminded me why this is such a popular surfing beach. Although it was a mild, grey morning, the sun broke through half way through the re-visit, as the tide started to fall away. The harbour wall was still being pounded by the sea. On top of the headland is the Pepper Pot landmark, including these words composed in 1914 by Laurence Binyon, in his poem “For the Fallen”:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
What the beach means to Mark.
Portreath beach, on a falling tide in the morning.
The spotlight from tourist organisations and marketing companies rarely falls on Portreath, the local beach for Redruth. Like Porthallow, there are ghosts from the past here, of mining rather than fishing. The Surf Life Saving Club building stands proud against the beach, representing the main use for Portreath beach nowadays.
A sense of family and the beach.
On the waterline at low tide.
Portreath is the local beach for Redruth. The village itself is tidy and well kept, with a sense of civic pride about it as you drive through. During my late December visit, many of the houses were decorated with Christmas lights, as is the tradition in Cornwall. The car park is right on the beach, with all facilities and shops easily to hand. There’s a harbour wall at Portreath, which was taking a battering during my visit.
My brief chat with Andy, walking the dog during a visit to Cornwall.
With Damian at the car park on Portreath beach.
The power of the sea on Cornwall’s North coast.
Sheltering under the eves of the Portreath Surf Life Saving club.