Historic maps of Trecwn and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Trecwn maps
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Memories of Trecwn
The centre of Trecwn lies in a valley within say, two kilometres of three ancient hill settlements. I visited one which had a "roadway" entrance carved or hacked through the rock. At the time I felt I wanted to know more of life in that place as it was about 2000 to 3000 years' ago. I still feel the same about life in that place (as it was about 2056 to 3056 years' ago)!
Parrog From My Childhood
Parrog has changed very little in the 4 decades that I have been visiting and probably for decades before my arrival. I first visited as a child each year and now take my own daughter there each year too. The houses remain the same, only the faces change (some of them anyway - we're almost all repeat visitors). It is totally unspoilt by the modern world yet has everything you need. The activities my daughter Megan and I do are the same that I did with my family as a child. The halyards clinking in the Estuary are music to my ears. Newport and Parrog are my boltholes and I know that if life gets tough, I can always escape to the safe haven of my childhood. There is no place on earth like it for me and I have spent many happy holidays there - long may it stay the same.
My Wonderful Childhood
I was Born in 1968, and resided in a small 2 bedroom house in Maes Morfa, Newport Pembs with my elder brother, sister and mother and father. Little did I know how blessed I was. Although life seemed to be quite difficult in those days, money was short and hard to come by, yet I feel we were born into a wealth of beauty living in Newport. From my parents window we overlooked the local playing fields and Newport Estuary and as far as Berry Hill farm acarage. The river was enriched with many different birds, their songs and cries all a part of my recognition of home. From a very young age The Parrog became a place we regularly visited with our mother. During the summer holidays, her basket was always full of picnic treats. The rocks upon which we sat on to eat our lunch are still there today. I always remember the warmth of the stones having had the sun raise upon... Read more
Beautiful Quiet Abercych.
I was born in Abercych in 1930 but went to Swansea in 1934. When I qualified as a pharmacist in 1952 I went abroad to work, in Central Africa (N. Rhodesia and then Nyasaland) then the Gilbert & Ellice Islads in the Pacific then Saudi Arabia but after each contract in these places I came back to Wales and always came to Abercych where I had an Uncle Jack (Central) who was the last man to hold a licence to fish for salmon using a net and coracle. He had a general store in the centre of the village and I often saw a salmon that he had caught on display in his shop. It is one of the most beautiful villages in Wales with lovely views across the Teifi valley. Anyone in that area should visit the village.
We came to Pembrokeshire on family holdiays all through the 1960s and early 1970s. This beach was our favourite although we called it, mistakenly, 'Barry Island Beach' as to reach it you had to go through Barry Island Farm and a toll of 10/-. We used to go on holiday with another family and so we would all try to pile into one car to save money.
Whilst playing cricket on the beach in 1969 I was approached by a man who asked me to turn out for Llanrhian Cricket Club in a mid-week fixture that night as they were short.
My family stayed at this cottage several times each year when my brother and I were young including long hot summers when we were on school holidays. The cottage was provided as part of his job to my Uncle, Bertie Davies who was married to my Auntie Nora Davies formerley Nora Kelly who was born and brought up in Milford Haven. They had two sons Michael and Kevin and two daughters Bernadette and Jayne who were my cousins. My mum was her sister Maureen and my dad was George Wyatt who originally came from Roch and then latterley Haverfordwest. I have many, many happy memories of Newgale and loved every minute of my childhood there.