Greetings From Dec at Trosvik House Portscatho

By Dec Dutfield at Trosvik House | March 11th 2022

Hello all!

Welcome to the inaugural blog post of Trosvik House Portscatho. I have no doubt that this will become a staple of English literature one day, but for now thank you for taking the time to read this. I have thought for some time about what the first blog post could be about; interviewing the local people of Portscatho, the history of Portscatho and how the Roseland has evolved over the years. But I decided to start somewhere closer to my own experiences of the village, and why I love it here.

As mentioned in the ‘about’ section, my family is deep-rooted in the village. My great, great grandfather first lived in Portscatho in 1905, and Trosvik has been in the family for the past 40 years. I am part of a large family and have eight siblings.  Despite living in Devon, I spent a great amount of my childhood in Portscatho and have very fond memories of the village. The harbour, in particular, holds a special place in my heart and my fondest memories of Portscatho were spent on my Father’s old school, in-board engine fishing boat, named after his mother – Wee Bobby.

Fishing truly was my dad’s passion. He could honestly sit out on that boat for 6 hours, chugging gently from Porthcurnik to Peter Splosh and back. Whether he caught anything of note is another matter, but I think it was the peace and quiet he enjoyed the most, waking up at the crack of dawn to look out across the bay and see the sea flat as a snooker table (or so he put!). We did all sorts of fishing, trawling for bass and pollock, mackerel fishing, putting out nets and various lobster and crab pots, my personal favourite.

When I was younger, everyday out on the boat would excite me. My Dad and I worked well together, I would look out for the buoys and he would guide the boat. I would haul up every pot and he would deal with whatever we pulled up. The mystery of pulling up a lobster pot (especially a deep sea one) excited me. You just never knew what you were going to get: lobsters, crabs, nurse sharks, conga eels, it was fascinating at a young age to see these creatures up close. I must say it is one of my few life regrets that in his later years I did not spend more time on the boat and fishing with dad, who unfortunately passed away 6 years ago. However the boat and house are still in the family, which I’m sure he would be most happy with.

The other side of my love for the village comes from the village itself. For me, Portscatho truly is a relic of a simpler (and many would argue better) time. The narrow streets with beautiful cottages either side, the smell of the sea air, the atmosphere and closeness of everything within the village. There are no big chain shops or cafes, its 30 minutes to the nearest bigger town, and when the weather is good and you’re strolling along the lugger, life really does feel stress free. Mobile signal and 3G isn’t great, and you almost forget about the modern world we live in.

Portscatho and Trosvik were family places for me. I have had friends with me in the past, but it will always remain a place of family to me. As Trosvik House Portscatho begins the next chapter in its life, I hope this theme will continue. Well, that’s the first blog post wrapped up, again thank you to all that read this, and the next blog will be out soon!



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