tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937414969460147900.post5251674968060138573..comments2024-03-06T07:06:38.928-08:00Comments on JSBlog - Journal of a Southern Bookreader: Shaldon: sea, sand, and subterraneaRay Girvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556764642402680159noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937414969460147900.post-7777128198183079582014-08-26T04:52:49.231-07:002014-08-26T04:52:49.231-07:00I also grew up there in the 60's and the highe...I also grew up there in the 60's and the higher entrance was blocked off inside the tunnel with an iron gate (where the green wall is now) and there was another iron gate a short distance straight ahead at the exit on the cliff face. This gated exit was clearly visible from the beach. Visiting there this year I could not make out this original exit from the beach anymore so assume it has been covered by landslides over the years.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937414969460147900.post-45466468571510051962013-07-30T09:52:52.825-07:002013-07-30T09:52:52.825-07:00I remember in the 1960’s (when I was but a child, ...I remember in the 1960’s (when I was but a child, so these reminiscences are subject to the vagaries of memory) there were 2 entrances. We never, or almost never, used the higher one as there were no proper steps up to it – my father would lead us around the point at low tide, so we only ever went up the tunnel. The two tunnels met underground. I don’t remember the tunnel being wide or high, so I think the high tunnel we didn’t use was at the end of the tunnel behind the green door at the junction? In my memory the tunnels were much rougher than now – I was there today – and not as well lit, if at all. One of the cottages at the top sold teas, served in their front garden, but that was all there was, no car park etc.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com