I’m thinking about Mum’s comments on the rain in summer, when the rain was horizontal!
Then there was the question of what we do at the Exeter bypass: they were building it and we had to drive to Singleton; whether to try the Exeter bypass or choose another route? We avoided Launceston because of the dramatic hill into it. And, also, there was the question of whether we should stop at a café for fried chicken and chips.
When we were children, as we arrived at Singleton my father would tell us to get out of the car because he didn’t want to scrape the bottom of the car on the drive. Our dog, Katie, a white poodle, used to sit happily in the car, and when we passed Polzeath she would start howling until we arrived at Singleton; then she would run straight down to the beach.
I particularly felt that swimming at Daymer Bay was a pleasure not to be missed, and I think that I swam more than the others.
Mum, and we, always sat in the same place on the beach. In the summer, when we were children, Dad often stayed at home working, or he would come to play some golf! He didn’t like swimming or spending time on the beach: he didn’t dig the sand! We used to make sandcastles and then watch the tide coming in over them.
These are very happy memories.
Mary Smith 3rd August 2017
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The charm of Singleton and Daymer Bay is timeless. The things that Mum (Mary) and Gran Gran (Mum’s Mum) and even Sir John Betjeman himself love about the place are appreciated and adored by many today all for the same simple reasons. In the coming days I am due to be spending a week there with my friends and their children who are also enchanted by the place. Thoughts of barbecues, sandcastles, board games and the ‘no-regrets’ swim excite us as the days get closer. Mobile phones and The Internet become redundant (well, almost…). There’s no need for any hashtags or emojis at Singleton.
Singleton is simple, beautifully simple. A place where time forgot. It’s a place of making memories. Memories of laughter, warmth and just the simple things.
Henry Smith 7th August 2017