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Dinas Mawwdwy & Llanymawddwy Valley A memory of Dinas Mawddwy, Powys My Grandparents went to this beautiful valley in the 1940's. Then for the rest of their lives. We are now a 3rd generation of friends with a family from the area. This place in Wales is very dear to my heart I have been going there all my life it is a place I feel safe. My Grandparents took my mother, my mum took me & now I take my own kids, I love the area. It's like a comfy pair of slippers & I wish I could go there more often. Posted: 06/09/2008 15:36 |
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Year: 1972
The caravan park owned by Mr Pughe A memory of Dinas Mawddwy, Powys In 1972 when my parents had a caravan on Mr Pughes site we had a Sprite Muskateer owned first by my grandad, Lesley Fellows and his wife Louise. I have very fond memories of the caravan site, and can still remember all the old caravans there. Last edited: 11/06/2008 15:16 by Mark Fellows |
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Arthog A memory of Arthog, Gwynedd From early 1960s onwards: At school in London we had 2 summer holidays at Min-y-Don. The first time we travelled by coach, we got lost and arrived in the dark. The following year we came by train from Paddington. We had to change at Gobowen and Ruabon, arriving late in the afternoon. My pals and I spent all our time exploring the area, on one excursion we were dropped off at Abergwynolwyn and had to make our way back over Cader Idris. Two of us lost our bearings slightly and arrived back nearer to Dolgellau than Arthog and had to thumb a lift home. Probably wouldn't be allowed now. Walking one evening a farmer pulled up in his Land Rover and roped us in to helping him get a cow out of a ditch. That was when I learnt my first words of Welsh. After this we left school and my mate worked for a travel company which enabled him to see the world and I worked as a long distance driver so was able to see the UK. But ever since that time one or other of us went to Arthog every year on a sort of pilgrimage. One particular year Id just got back from a holiday at Arthog only to find the first day back at work I was loaded with 16 ton of plasterboard for Dolgellau. A few years before that, just before the railway closed we timed our holidays together so we could hitch hike up to Arthog where we slept at the station for a couple of weeks courtesy of British Railways. The goods engine from Penmaenpool used to come past at 6-30 a.m. waking us up to be able to get out before the 7.20a.m. from Paddington came through. We'd meet the stationmaster as we walked over the bridge to get our breakfast in Davy Jones Locker. Have a few photos of Arthog and the station as well as Mawddach Crescent and the junction. Memories of sitting in the bar at Morfa Mawddach late into the night, listening to the tales of a Peter Don driver who lived at Fairborne, known as "Lofty". There was a camping coach at Morfa Mawddach station. A sad day when the station was pulled down. Also memories of an art exhibition held at Mawddach Crescent. There was a cafe at one end of Arthog terrace, a B&B in the middle which I stayed at once and a post office at the other which sold colour postcards of the village and the lakes. My wife and I still pay a visit to Arthog a couple of times a year as we live not so far away for the last 20 years. We sometimes have a meal in the George III at Penmaenpool. Interesting to see the Arthog Barns conversion, I would love to live there but I don't think it will happen. I have travelled all over the UK and Ireland but I keep coming back to this place, it doesn't seem to have changed all that much. Last edited: 19/01/2008 15:24 by Alan Spillett |
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Year: 1975
The best of times A memory of Fairbourne, Gwynedd My Mum and Dad first brought me to Fairbourne when I was born in 1966. My father and his father before him had been coming to the same bungalow (Min-y-Don on the Coast Road - Penrhyn Drive South) all their lives. Mum Dad and my sister visited Fairbourne every summer till I was 16. What happy memories. Each morning we would walk to the bakery for bread rolls - I can smell them now. If the weather was fine we played on the beech, went rock climbing or took the little train to the Barmouth ferry. Each year we did the same trips, to the butcher in Dollgellau, stopping off for a coke and a packet of crisps at the George III in Penmaenpool on the way back. Maybe a trip to Aberdovey to go crabbing from the pier, or a day spent at Harlech castle. But the highlight every year was a walk to the Blue Lakes where we bounced stones across the water. I can still remember the much smaller yellow lake, which I presume has gone. Happy, carefree days - test match special, candy floss, welsh lamb, football on the beech. I am going back with my kids -I hope they love it as much as I did. Posted: 29/05/2008 16:31 by William Cock |
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Year: 1976
Our summer holidays A memory of Fairbourne, Gwynedd Every year since the 1970s we went to Fairbourne for our holidays either with our mom and dad or our aunt and uncle. Our nan and grandad owned a bungalow in Llewellyn Drive. It was right next to the golf house across the road from the beach. Every year we would go on the little steam train up to the point then get a ferry across to Barmouth. Sometimes we would walk across the bridge to Barmouth. The last time I was in Fairbourne was in April 2006, it still looked exactly the same. The memories of Fairbourne are happy times, we had a brilliant time when we were there and always looked forward to going. Every year we would walk up to the blue pool, and throw stones in to see how deep it was, we never found out. We would also go into the arcade called The Penryn, I think it's still there now. Last edited: 28/04/2008 10:17 by Kathleen Mcgivern |
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