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Aberdaron, General c1955
Aberdaron, General c1955 Ref: A269217
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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 photo taken at the top, my mother is on this photo, it was taken six years ago when she was then 89 years old. The beach seems to vary from day to day depending on what the sea has done to the sand. We, my daughters and grand children, always enjoy it whatever the weather. There are rock pools at the far end of the beach which are great for children to climb about in. Other great beaches include Porth Oar and Porth Iargo. I have watched with interest the wall in front of the Church getting longer than the addition of the large stones, we must never underestimate the power of the sea! It was wonderful to see the restoration to the Church. A visit to the local baker is always a must - his Eccles Cakes are first rate. He is also a generous man sponsoring me on a 18 killomitre swim. The village is a friendly place and I always feel welcome. Last edited: 13/08/2006 19:32 by Susan Bailey |
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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 - I think he was English. My parents rented Hafan during wartime, and also Bronant. How memory has faded - I can't really remember other names. Last edited: 26/03/2008 20:16 by Ian Hornby |
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Year: 1969
Tyn-a-don Farm/ Llanengan New Added 3 days ago
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 and loved to be petted. There was also a field full of geese near the farmyard, and no matter how you tried you could never sneak past they always heard you and set up an awful racket that would have us in stitches. I can't remember the names of the farmer or his wife, but they used to take orders for a daily pinta for any who wanted it. The village was a lovely little place, I remember it had a little shop where we used to buy sweets and postcards, a garage, a few houses and a pub called the Sun Inn, we would stay in the car if it was raining or outside at the back of the pub with a bottle of coke and a packet of crisps while mum and dad went in for a drink. Even though I only went there for about 4 years, I have been back a few times In 1988/9 I stayed just down the road in a bungalow called Cefn, with my oldest daughter who was about 5 or 6, she thought the place was great. I have told my family that when I pop my clogs I want my ashes sprinkled into the water off the point on an incoming tide. I love this place so much I want to be there forever. A lot of surfers have now found the place because of the great waves, the water is really clear, when it is calm an average person can walk in up to chest height and still see the bottom, but after a storm everything gets churned up. I will be back there again tomorrow for a flying visit and this time I wil be the one getting a drink in the Sun. Cheers. Last edited: 05/09/2008 08:54 by Lesley Myers |
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 Abersoch, Main Street c1965 (ref: A13541) |
Year: 1965
Happy Holidays In Abersoch
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 Jones. Mr Jones was a lay preacher as well as a farmer and Mrs Jones was a nurse at the hospital in Pwllhelli. I could not believe it when I found this photo as there is Mrs Jones and her lovely Triumph Herald parked outside the newsagents .Happy Days!! Last edited: 08/12/2006 17:11 by Shan Moule |
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Wendon
I lived in Llanbedrog until 1959 our grandad was rector of Llanbedrog church St Pedrog,s We lived in Wendon in Ffordd y Glyn it was a very very happy childhood. Posted: 06/11/2007 22:20 by Delphine Chapple |
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