A town that time forgot
The bay curves in a near perfect arc; on one side gapes the open mouth of a cave and on the other, the remnants of the quarry cling to the cliff like giant barnacles. The view once looked very different, Lillian Cole tells me from her stone cottage perched high above the township. The beach, she says, has been created from the waste of the quarry that was dumped into the sea until the 1960s.
Lillian is the memory keeper, a collector of facts, a hoarder of knowledge. Her home has been in her family for three generations. From Lillian’s front window you can
