Memories Essay, Research Paper

A Surfer’s Paradise. An Old Man’s Hell! Pubs and clubs, open till late. Music and lights on into the night. Drunken youths littering the streets! Tramps begging for ‘dosh’! That’s Newquay – the place I remember.

A Surfer’s Paradise. An Old Man’s Hell! Down on Fistral, live music plays. Surfers catching those enormous waves. The beach is packed with the younger generation. No room for those frail oldies! Golden sands. Crystal water. That’s Newquay – the place I remember.

A Surfer’s Paradise. An Old Man’s Hell! The water is so cold, especially on the private parts! Wet suit takes its time to warm me up. ‘Washing Machine Effect’, nearly kills me! Waves so high, it feels like you’re on top of the world. The salt on your face leaves you looking like an Eskimo. Tastes quite nice to lick your lips. That’s Newquay – the place I remember.

A Surfer’s Paradise. An Old Man’s Hell! Headland Hotel sits proud on the cliff. I think it’s a place for the rich. Costs a bomb for a night! Golf course with a spectacular view. This is the place where ‘Witches’ was filmed. That’s Newquay – the place I remember.

A Surfer’s Paradise. An Old Man’s Hell! Lots of sports, on water or land. It’s your choice; you’re on your ‘hols’. Why not try surfing or parascending, karting or cycling. Lots to do, too hard to choose. That’s Newquay – the place I remember.

A Surfer’s Paradise. An Old Man’s Hell! Visit the aquarium, where a rare lobster was stolen. Then cooked on the beach! Visit Holywell Bay, dangerous but beautiful, wrapped in one. A trip to St. Ives, old but modern. Maybe this is the place for the old ones! That’s Newquay – the place I remember.

A Surfer’s Paradise. An Old Man’s Hell! Shops and more shops. A shopper’s haven. This is the place where money burns a hole in your pocket. If you’re fed up of sports shops, this is the place to be. That’s Newquay – the place I remember.

A Surfer’s Paradise. An Old Man’s Hell! Leaving the pubs and clubs, music and lights. Weary! Trundling along the Gannel in the light of the moon. Wading through the cold, groin height water! Footsteps sparkle as the sand reflects the moonlight. That’s Newquay – the place I remember.

A Surfer’s Paradise…

An Old Man’s Hell!..

That’s Newquay – the place I remember.