Nostalgic memories of Borth's local history
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This church was over the railway which ran along the back of Borth. The track that leads to it was at the end of the platform on the street side. The church is on a small hill which on the other side was a WW2 lookout. There was a wedding there one summer - we would go blackberry picking in the nearby lane.
Pantyfedwen, as I remember it from 1971, was the women's Hall of Residence for the College of Librarianship, Wales. By the time I lived there, briefly in the Autumn Term of 1971, it was in the process of being decommissioned, as the College had built new Halls of Residence on the Llanbadarn Campus, in Aberystwyth, although the opening had been delayed. For this reason, it was suffering from a fairly extreme form of faded ...see more
I came to Borth at the age of 15. I was with a youth group of baptists from Rogerstone, Newport in Gwent. We stayed for a week at The Grand Hotel. We had religous education in the mornings and then the rest of the day was ours on the beach. We gathered on the beach in the evening time for communal hymn singing! How we must have terrified the locals! It was a lovely week and I made a lot of new friends. Lovely memory. Were you there too?
I do not remember my first visit to Borth as I would have been a few months old around about the spring of 1963. As a family we then returned every year staying at Brynowen, sometimes twice a year, until I turned 18 at the end of 1980. By then I felt I was too old and branched off on my own holidays. By chance last October (2011) my wfe, daughter and young grandson came here for a long weekend break and ...see more
I think it was about 1939-41 that my mother, Florence O'Donovan, my sister Sheila and I went to Borth with Mrs Back and her children Joan and Guy to get away from the danger of living in Norwich which was a target for bombing during the Second World War because of its RAF base. It was a lovely place with the sea on the other side of the coast road from our house. I remember my mother riding a horse along the beach ...see more
Our late grandparents Bob and Alice Maudsley owned a caravan on Cambrian coast in 1965 to 1969, me and my sister Kerry spent our school holidays playing on the beach and riding round the camp in the site owner's landrover, his name was Mr Taylor and he had a son called Michael, they came from Ellesmere Port as do we. As children we used to watch the old farmer checking his sheep, I think his name was Old Louie. We both ...see more
I was evacuated to Borth in 1944 from London. I woke up in the morning in an air raid shelter in Shepherds Bush and went to bed in Benfleet, Borth having been taken in along with my brother by Mrs Bennet who owned the Grand Hotel. I lived in Borth with Mrs Bennet until I was 13 and came to love the village and its surroundings. Sadly for me, when I last visited three years ago it was clear that Borth is no longer the place I ...see more
I was born in 1948 in Wolverhampton, and my parents bought a caravan at Aberleri farm, Ynyslas. I was lucky enough to spend all my school holidays, apart from Christmas, at the caravan. Our first caravan was a gypsy style, quite a collector's item now. The 6 weeks in the summer was the best, and l used to pester the life out of Emlyn the donkey man to let me help him with the donkeys. I still have a week at Borth in ...see more
I first visited Borth as a toddler in the early 60's, with my Uncle Dai from Machynlleth. I used to visit him and his wife to stay with them for holidays. As he had worked the railways he used to take me from Mach to Borth on the train and would sit on the bench, watching while I played on the sand. Uncle Dai bought me my very first penknife in Borth, and taught me how to whittle! Other members of my family eventually ...see more
I was raised in Borth from 1952 until I went to sea in 1968 and it was still very much home and sanctuary at every opportunity until I moved to Australia in 1991.The second son of Aran and Eileen Morris of Bel-Air I remember well the many characters who bought their fruit and veg at our shop and the timeless conversations they used to share in the quieter winter months-no internet or mobile phones then!!! ...see more