The world at bay

In Wild Mary, his biography of the irrepressible Mary Wesley, Patrick Marnham describes Cornwall in the 1930s as ‘a lost world, a world that had its own rules and customs and mysteries’. While Wesley was bed-hopping on the Lizard peninsula, around the Atlantic-battered rocks at Newquay, Emma Smith was enjoying a most peculiar childhood in this odd, seductive realm. It is this batty pre-adolescence that Smith captures with beguiling warmth in her wonderful memoir, The Great Western Beach.

Emma Smith was born Elspeth Hallsmith in 1923 into a tense family environment. Her father, Captain G. Hallsmith, DSO, was a hero of the Great War reduced, thanks to his father’s financial failings, to the level of general clerk at the Newquay branch of the Midland Bank. His dream was to be an artist. ‘His angry eyes proclaim: I could have been, should have been, a painter of worldwide renown.’ As his bitterness seeps into the fabric of family life Elspeth, her sickly siblings, Jim (double hernia) and Pam (TB glands), and their resilient mother all learn to placate his tirades against the ‘guttersnipes’.