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Ken Davies (The Anchorage)
I was wondering if Ken is the same bloke I sailed with in the mid 1960s?
Happy Childhood
Ffynnongroew was a place of happy childhoods, and the Garth Mill was a landmark. We could tell when the old watermill was working by the rate at which the Llinegr stream was running. We would play around the mill and in the woods behind, following the sticks we threw down the stream.
The field adjacent to Llinegr farm was actually in the next parish. We called it 'Lordy's Field' because it was part of the Mostyn Estate. In the summer we played cricket there, always ready to draw up the stumps if his Lordship made an appearance!
The beach across the railway was not salubrious, but better than it is now since its destruction by mass cockle-picking. To us it might have been the Costa Brava, and we all learned to swim there.
But the Garth was always the favourite haunt - despite warnings from our parents to stay clear of the mill pool. The woods were a real wonderland, full of bluebells in the spring.... Read more
Ffynnongroyw
I read with interest the account of Ken Davies and his childhood memories of the Garth Mill in Ffynnongroyw. We moved to Llinegr Farm on October 2nd 1961 (I was 7) and moved on November 6th 1988 after my father's death. I remember the Garth mill very well but at that time it had become a tyre retreading works and after several years as an empty building is now a pub. We too played cricket in that self same 'Lordys Field' but the danger was not quite so fraught as my father rented it off the Mostyn estate. Every year, all the kids in the village came together to erect a huge bonfire (we used to start making it in September!) and the whole village used to come. One of my most vivid childhood memories comes from our second year at Llinegr. On Boxing Day 1962, it started to snow and was followed by the harshest winter of the 20th century. The stream to which Ken refered froze solid and... Read more
Clwyd memories
The Woods And The 4am Hooter
My grandparents lived at "The Elms" a house built by my great grandfather who also build Fynnongroew Church - My grand mother Emily can be seen as a small girl in a Postcard of Fynnongroew out side "The Laurels" where she was brought up, probably taken about 1910-12.My grandfather Richard was Harbour master at Point of Ayr colliery during the war ( I think it was that time), my mother still has his tide timetable..when we stayed - I played in the woods with local kids- the place was dark and damp and full of Primroses in spring. When it was dinner time my grandmother called us in with a school handbell. Iwas allowed occasionally to visit Joe Peers the Customs man who was a friend of my grandfathers in his little red brick office down the road to the pit...he seemed to spend more time cross breeding geraniums than guarding the coast line but perhaps I do him a disservice .. these are the perceptions of a child...oh... Read more
Returning to Talacre
I returned with my mother from the United States to Talacre where my grandmother lived.
My grandmother's name was Dora Williams, she lived at Beach Cottage, Station Road. Dora Williams during the Second World War owned a bakery on the Warren. After the war, she came up with the business idea of a caravan site which was constructed on the left side of Station Road before the Post Office. This was originally called MORFA HOLIDAY CAMP. After some years I worked with my grandmother and mother at the holiday camp. As a youngster I helped in either the camp shop or cafe. It was a sad time for me when I had to give up my heritage of Morfa Camp after my mother died tragically in 1975.
Yes, I have amazing memories of Talacre and the surrounding areas. I continued to grow up and be schooled in Prestatyn. I was born in Chatsworth House, Prestatyn December 1954 and have lived in Spain for 20 years now.
Wonderful memories, wonderful place,... Read more
Oh For The Days .
Hi, oh how I remember Talacre,1965 August. I was only 11 years old and my mum and dad had booked a holiday for myself, my brother and my cousin. The accomodation was like a garage with curtains and beautifuly clean inside, it was owned by a wonderful family named Mr and Mrs Travis, and was on the main road into Talacre across from Maces food shop . I think Mr Travis had his home next to the hoilday accomodation. Never had we had so many wonderful adventures, in the dunes, and picking damsons. My mum and dad are sadly gone, but my memories linger on, and I have just booked a holiday in the Point of Ayr holiday camp, to relive the best holiday I ever had. My brother John is going to join me, I only wish I knew where my cousin John was living, it would be wonderful to relive that special time. My name is Brian Scarratt, my brother is John, and my cousin was John... Read more
Cherished Times in Talacre
We stayed in a chalet near the tuck shop behind the dunes. Me, my brothers and sisters. I recall one year we were sitting on the roof of the chalet and some Navy fighter planes flew just over our heads nearly knocking us off. We spent hours in the dunes searching for spent bullet shells and struggling back up the lane to the chalet with a big 20 gallon drum of water from the tap. The three wheel bikes and the tin arcade was a blast. We met loads of other kids and made good friends before eventually saying our farewells till the next year.
I was saddened when the Welsh Nationalists burnt the chalets to the ground. When they did that not only did they destroy a Welsh treasure but they ended the place I loved the most. The Robin Hood caravan park in Rhyl could never replace what they took from us kids.
Some years later I returned with my wife for a day trip and... Read more
