When I was a teen i used to spend my summers staying with my Uncle Graham in Porthtowan Cornwall. I did a variety of jobs collecting empty glasses at the Commodore pub or doing a milk round. We used to hang out at the Surf lifesaving shack. One year i think 76 the heath surrounding the village caught fire so we were beaters of the flames in the night. Travelling at break neck speed on a fire engine in the night clinging on for dear life. Good times.
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