Season: winter
Winter storms had cast their spell over Port Gaverne. Extensive damage to the sheds behind the beach was being surveyed and repaired. As the clean-up work continued, harbour master Richard Cook shared his passion for Port Gaverne and the beach’s role in his life.
What the beach and Port Gaverne mean to Richard.
The calm after the storm.
Season: autumn
Black and grey clouds blended into the horizon at Port Gaverne for this autumn visit. As the tide raced in across the narrow inlet, stark rocks on each side were thrown into relief. Looking back from the rocks at sea level as the tide passes inwards, you feel an intimacy with the interaction of the elements, the air, land and sea in unison.
The permanence of the coast and the beach in Judith’s mind’s eye.
Looking down the beach as the tide rushes in.
Looking back at the incoming tide from the rocks at sea level.
Season: summer
On a tide starting to fall away, the inlet at Port Gaverne was largely under water, the difference between this visit and my last one bearing witness to the twenty feet plus range of tides in Cornwall. A warm evening sun lit the sea and the beach. This village is just next to Port Isaac, but it has few visitors and little commercial activity. For resonance, it sits somewhere between the busy Port Isaac and the tranquility of Port Quin, a happy mixture.
With Ken on the beach, back from fishing in the early evening and remembering times long gone, as well as good times nowadays with his friends, including Richard, below:
…as straightforward as that.
The evening sun over a calm sea at Port Gaverne.
Season: winter
The third part of the manonabeach “Port…” trilogy, this visit to Port Gaverne allowed me to get down to the caves, nooks and crannies of the cove at low tide. There’s a great pub in the village, which itself sits just down the hill from popular Port Isaac. There was a wistful air to Mark, remembering happy childhood times on the beach. Nicola Williams sent an interesting comment, relating to this beach:
It was chiseled out, this is Teigue’s pit,(SP?, pronounced Tag) one man’s life, taking slate from the cliff face for use as local building material. Now a bathing & jumping spot for the more adventurous. As you can see, below is just sand, it’s long been a spot that the brave jump from at high tide from the grassy headland above!
with reference to the “chiseled out” part of the cliff that I mention in my blustery scene-setting film at the bottom of the page.
Memories of times gone by…
The beach and the sea, alive at Port Gaverne in January.


