Barmouth
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- 4 photos on Barmouth appear in 3 Frith books - View photos of Barmouth
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Barmouth memories
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The Plas Mynach Llanaber road
60 odd years ago Plas Mynach was de-requisitioned from war service. I worked for a Mr Hamblin from Birmingham, he had purchased the building to reopen as a hotel after we had refurbished throughout. All food stuff was still on ration so we kept a pig, ducks fowl etc, and scoured the district farms to buy eggs, butter and the odd lamb, all very hush hush in those days. The work was very hard, from 7.30am until 9pm was quite common. I well remember the new white cinema with a tin roof, when it rained you could not hear the sound track.
What has happened to Plas Mynach now, I have many memories.
Contributed by derek hyde
MY PARADISE
Way back in my childhood, brothers two and then plus me,
Mom and Dad said let us pack our bags, and go down to the sea,
Down to the railway station, our entourage did go,
Comic books within our hands, cause, four hours, they went so slow
Now as the train pulls into town, his whistle he did blow,
To warn the people off the tracks, so he could pull in, real, real, slow
When we had helped to pitch the tent, and all was most secure,
The three of us crossed the promenade, to play upon the shore
We walked a little way and saw, men making pictures in the sand,
And sitting close a Harpist, playing ...read more here
Contributed by Mary Miles-Geary
Gwynedd memories
The Plas Mynach Llanaber road
60 odd years ago Plas Mynach was de-requisitioned from war service. I worked for a Mr Hamblin from Birmingham, he had purchased the building to reopen as a hotel after we had refurbished throughout. All food stuff was still on ration so we kept a pig, ducks fowl etc, and scoured the district farms to buy eggs, butter and the odd lamb, all very hush hush in those days. The work was very hard, from 7.30am until 9pm was quite common. I well remember the new white cinema with a tin roof, when it rained you could not hear the sound track.
What has happened to Plas Mynach now, I have many memories.
A memory of Barmouth contributed by derek hyde
MY PARADISE
Way back in my childhood, brothers two and then plus me,
Mom and Dad said let us pack our bags, and go down to the sea,
Down to the railway station, our entourage did go,
Comic books within our hands, cause, four hours, they went so slow
Now as the train pulls into town, his whistle he did blow,
To warn the people off the tracks, so he could pull in, real, real, slow
When we had helped to pitch the tent, and all was most secure,
The three of us crossed the promenade, to play upon the shore
We walked a little way and saw, men making pictures in the sand,
And sitting close a Harpist, playing ...read more here
A memory of Barmouth contributed by Mary Miles-Geary
Extracts From Barmouth & Gwynedd books
This town was once a shipbuilding centre and the chief port of Merioneth, with a large trade in flannel and knitted stockings. Today the Three Peaks Race starts here. The quay is still the departure point for the ferry to Fairbourne on the opposite side of the estuary.
An extract from from"Welsh Address Book".
A hugely expansive beach here means that it never fills up with holidaymakers in this popular resort and former fishing and trading port. The mound in the middle of the estuary is called Ynys y Brawdd; the current that developed between it and the shore at full tides was extremely dangerous, and claimed many lives until a barrier was built across to the island.
An extract from from"Wales Living Memories".
The approach to Barmouth along the estuary is one of the most spectacular scenic routes in Britain, and it has inspired artists and visitors for centuries. Even a monument to the industrial age, the iron railway bridge, merely seems to enhance this journey. This donkey’s eye view is not the best way to appreciate the bridge, perhaps, but the splendid backdrop of the Cader range of mountains beyond the river leaves little to be said.
An extract from from"Wales Living Memories".