Memories of Abersoch
My parents owned the Hotel and I was introduced to it when I returned home from Bangor Hospital. I lived there for many years and can remember Kath's recollections of people 12 deep at the bar and having the job of guarding the windows to stop poeple queue jumping, something I wasn't particularly good at, as I was easily bribed! It is very sad to see it derelict now and and another institution recently burned to the ground to provide space for flats was the Abersoch Powerboat Club. Owned by my God mother Gay Preston and Joe. Gay lived two doors away from the derelict White House when she passed away on the 17th November 2012. Gay's parents were one of the first homes to be erected on the ...Read full memory
Since 1962 I have always been to Abersoch at least once a year if not two three or four times!! In the early years we always stopped in a flat over the cowsheds at Tyn y Mur farm. ( These have now been beautifully converted - in our day there was no bath room and an outside loo!!)It was farmed by Mr and Mrs Olwyn ...Read full memory
My sister and I worked at the hotel as chambermaids and in the bar and kitchen we slept at the top of house in an attic room I wrote letters home to a boy who came to visit called Pip and we had so much fun we later worked at tarantella making milkshakes I was 19 we remember a boy called Rob We would love to visit the new hotel.
Family holidays were great but the fun really started in the mid-60's when I could holiday their with my friends. Lunch in the Tarantella coffee bar usually presided over by Rob Jones (not the restaurant, too posh!); afternoons on the beaches, evenings in the White House where we stood 12 deep at the bar and the pub was often closed by the police because there were just too many of us! Nights on the beaches or squashed into beach huts if the weather was bad. HUndreds of scooters and MG midgets. Live music in the village hall. I could go on, and on, ........