Memories of Abergele
This photo shows what was known as the black shed just above the first bridge on the river Gele, to the left of the photo was the school field at the bottom of Berth Glyd where I was born. If you go up Gypsy Lane you will come to an old stone bridge, this bridge is known as the first bridge, which is one of four that crosses the river Gele, as you follow the footpath on the right-hand-side of the river heading towards Rhyl where the Gele flows into the river Clwyd, I used to hand tickle wild brown trout in the Gele river when I was 9 years old. Happy days. If Kenny Lamb or any of the lads who went to school with me in Abergele are reading this, they will remember me and my lurcher dog Rex. Still poaching, old habits are hard to break.
Looking at this photo, I'm taken back to summers on that beach full of pebbles and the cafe shown with its novel smell, something like milky coffee! At about this time Abergele had a cinema, upstairs in the market street. My parents owed Coed Mor, a guest house in the town, and some of the children ...Read full memory
I remember Market Street, there was a newsagents towards the bottom of the town (heading towards Colwyn Bay) that we use to get our newspapers from. Also one of the roads leading down to the beach and station used to have a lovely bit of parkland to go through. Used to browse the shops with mum and brother and sometimes my dad! Not been back for ages.
I remember the beach very well from the early 50's through to the early 60's. We went to Abergele every year in August for our family holiday and stayed at a guest house called Rose Hill, which was just out of the main part of the town heading towards Llanferfechan if I remember rightly. We used to make pebble "dens" and ...Read full memory