Nostalgia ain't what it was.

After having to pack it in early the other night I can now finish my piece about the Barbican. This is the original port of Plymouth, overlooked by Plymouth Castle. When the castle was built at the end of the 14thC. the town was called Sutton, the main port still being Plympton but the silting up of the River Plym led to the port moving downsteam. Only a tiny part of the castle remains, just a bit of wall near the Admiral McBride. It was replaced after the Civil War by the Citadel and fell into ruin.
Sutton Harbour still has an active fishing fleet and a new fish market.

The old fish market is now an Edinburgh Woollen Mill outlet, a far cry from when we would go down there in the early morning and buy fish fresh off the boats.

The new market is the two story building right centre, it stands next to the new National Aquarium.

Well worth a visit, but not during the school holidays.

I know that the occasional visitor from the antipodes turns up gazing at this blog so, just for them, here is a plaque commemorating the early export of convicts to Australia

and one to the people of Plymouth from 10 Sqdn. R.A.A.F. who operated Sunderland flying boats from R.A.F. Mounbatten throughout W.W.2.

I have put this picture in as a personal memory, for three years I drove a private hire car for Express Taxis whose office was on the ground floor, just one of numerous careers that I followed after leaving the navy.

This is New Street, oddly enough it's the oldest street in Plymouth.
Finally,

the Old Customs House and the Three Crowns, starting point of many a run ashore and

The Commercial which used to have the deadliest darts team in town.
Please forgive my self indulgence, just a bit of nostalgia.
Back on the boat tomorrow.

Watch this space.............