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Patient Transported to Mainland For Emergency Surgery
I understand that an appeal for information about the doctor involved in this incident appeared in the press some time ago. I can provide some of the details.
A young man was taken ill on Bardsey Island one evening and a request for a doctor to attend the patient reached the mainland. The weather was stormy, but eventually a local GP was located on the Lleyn Peninsula. The doctor was transported across to Bardsey in a small rowing boat. He found that the patient was suffering from acute appendicitis, but there was only one way to get him to a hospital and that was to take him to the mainland. Doctor and patient made the journey back to the Lleyn safely in the rowing boat, in rough seas and in the middle of the night. The patient was taken to hospital, underwent emergency surgery, and made a full recovery.
The GP was the late Dr Tom John Ashley, who went on to practice in South Wales, eventually... Read more
Happy Times
During the last war my father served in the Merchant Navy and saw Aberdaron from the sea, that was to be the beginning of many trips and a life-long love of the village.
I started going to Aberdaron at about the age of six and have been going each year since then. My parents, now both sadly deceased, loved it as I do. I cannot imagine a year going by without a visit whether for a short or longer one.
The village itself has not changed a great deal, the post office was behind some cottages that are behind the walk on the front, I think it was designed by the architect that designed Port Marion. There was a very pleasant lady who used to work there, I recall she always had a cigerette on the go (the post office was always full of smoke) - I missed her when she died.
The views from Anerlog are wonderful and worth the effort of the climb. I have a... Read more
Rain or Shine Tywyn is Fine
I was born in Brynhielog TYWYN, in January 1944. My Mother had taken my brother to her sisters house as it was war time. My dad was a a London Bobby based in Commercial Street Spitlefields.
After the war we made the trip back to Tywyn Christmas,Easter and for two weeks in the Summer.We used to catch the Cambrian Coast Express from Paddington, a through train (not like today) The only one who ever had a seat was my Mum it was so packed with service men, we sat on our cases all the way.
All my mums family would be at the station to greet us.
How I loved the open fields, the walks to the beach and into Bryncrug where my cousin lived. As I got older I was allowed to borrow my cousin Beths bike the freedom I felt after the roads of Londons Hackney.
Easter was a great time as the fair would arrive and then a Market on Bank holiday Monday. We would go... Read more
Tyn-A-Don Farm/ Llanengan
The first time I stayed at Tyn-a Don farm I was about 6, I fell in love with the place straight away. I remember we borrowed a tent from a friend of the family who took us there that first time. The kids of today would be horrified at what we had to last us for the whole 2 weeks we stayed. My sister and I could only take 1 bat and ball, (for French cricket), a board game each, 1 pack of cards and a book.
We would spend most of the time in the sea and climbing the rocks. Back then the beach was mostly sand, but now it has turned to shingle, but this does not detract from its beauty. When a large storm hit overnight, the next day the waves were huge, it was wonderful. I also remember that each year we made new friends to play with. There used to be a horse there called Frisky (I think it was) he was always so friendly... Read more
Lost Childhood
My grandparents Robert and Rosie Hornby built Hawdd Amor in Llangwnadl, and I spent most of my holidays there, even appearing with my sister Joy and my father Don on a Frith postcard of Penllech beach. Years later, after Robert had died and Rosie moved away and then passed on, my parents bought a static caravan on a filed I only knew as Charlie's Farm just up from Porth Colmon and opposite the Pink Cottages. How I'd love to have a caravan there myself now. My mother let theirs go after my father passed away and now she is gone too. I still have dear memories and would love to share the place with my new bride.
Some of the names I remember there were John and Griffith Griffiths of Penllech Farm, Tom Glyn, who used to deliver groceries from his shop in Aberdaron, Angus, who grew tomatoes, Mrs Record, who lived across the road, Dr Jones and the man who ran Tyn Llan, whose name I forget -... Read more
Llangwynadl Happy Holidays
I was 5 or 6 years old the first time my Grandmother took me to Llangwynadl, we stayed at Glany Mor right at the end of the lane. The following year we went again but stayed at the pink cottage owned by Mr & Mrs Jones, Mr Jones was the postman. I remember he only had one arm. My gran became very friendly with a lot of people in Llangwynadl so we had our holidays there twice a year for many years, I think I was about 15 the last time I went there. I seem to remember Gran having fresh fish, crabs mussels and mackeral given to her often, she called him Captain Morgan, I am not sure if this was his real name, he kept his boat down at Glany Mor. I spent a lot of my time with the Roberts family on their farm, they had a son and three daughters, I remember the youngest daughter was called Sally, they were a lovely family and I spent... Read more
Mixed Feelings
I first arrived in Llanegryn at the latter end of 1939 along with my younger sister and a lot of other kids from my school (St Johns)in Birkenhead. I was eight years old at the time and my sister was six. We were all put into the village hall where people of the neighbourhood came and took us to different addresses. A lady from the next street to me in my home town was with us as she had two girls about 5 and 6 and a little boy under 2 years old. They were chosen along with my sister by Mrs Evans of Gessail Farm, but I wasn`t included. My father told me before I left home "don't let them split you up from your sister (Linda). I stood in the centre of the hall and wouldn`t allow my sister to go without me. Mrs Evans said 'ok, you can come too' and away we went to the farm by Bird Rock. I had a wonderful time there... Read more
