Cilla Bachop
I lived at 105 Joppa Road until my family emigrated to Vancouver, Canada
in 1959. Lindsay's cafe was right across the street. They were wonderful people and made the best ice cream sliders in the Western world! Most of my childhood was spent playing on the beach. There was a biggish rock we used to call
Robinson Crusoe Rock that was central to a lot of our play. It's gone now.
We called the rocks by the Salt Pans, Cowboy Rocks and had great times there
fishing for crabs with mussels tied to the end of string. Didn't take long for a bight.
Those were the days of the Glasgow Fair when Portobello Beach was the one of the Scottish Costa del Sol's and Glaswegians would come for the fortnight holiday.
My mum ran a bed and breakfast. The same guests would come year after year
and became friends. The beaches were packed. My brothers Dave and Jock helped
Ned Barney on his boat, taking passengers to and from Inch Keith. One year, while Dave was working on the boat, a rowboat with too many passengers capsized and
Dave, who was a medical student at the time swam out to try and save them as many couldn't swim. He and another fellow rescued most of them but I believe two drowned. One of the drowned was brought back to shore, the other was carried out with the tide. A couple of weeks later, while my brother Bill and I were on the beach at the Joppa end of the prom, Ned Barney rowed to shore towing the body. Can still remember the smell and feel of that day.
Another time a Welsh rugby team who were in a tournament stayed with us. I think I was about 9 or 10. Mum told me to take them to the beach as they had never been to the seaside before. I showed them how to pick up crabs without being pinched. They were fascinated. I seem to remember they wore either leaks or daffodils in their buttonholes . Nice lads.
I also recall tremendous storms that would send spray across Joppa Road
onto our front windows and flood the gardens of the houses along the Esplanade.
Sometimes during these storms my schoolmates and I at Towerbank school would
play a "game" that involved split second timing and a lot of screaming. We'd
time the surge of the big waves and run from one boarded up shop front door to
another before the wave could catch us. Sometimes it did and I would get a good
skelp from Mum. Foolish fun but the best!
What else about the beach: - donkey rides, Punch and Judy shows, the Salvation
Army and singing "Running over, running over, my cups full and running over..."
The Royal Canadian Mounted Police who must have been in town for the Tattoo
practising on Portobello Sands by Towerbank, swimming in early October !;
jumping over the little curly waves, jelly fish, the paddling pool, "spending a penny"
at the old toilets who were attended by a substantial woman who kept stolid
control over the premises, the amazing and rapid changes in the weather, thunder of the waves and the rythmic ebb and flow of the tide, ribbed sands. Loved that beach and still do.
I work for a printer in Vancouver and we print a lot of black and white imagery. These are marvelous. Thanks for jogging the memory.
volkan
16-Feb-2007 06:34
i totally love these pictures..they are so inspiring && they are totally awsome