Cherished Times In Talacre

A Memory of 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 the memories came flooding back. I was like a little boy once more, a big smile on my face and many happy memories that no one can ever take away.

Mum and Dad are dead now but I thank them for the special times they gave us and all the hard work they had to endure to save for our yearly hols.