My sister and I worked at the hotel as chambermaids and in the bar and kitchen we slept at the top of house in an attic room I wrote letters home to a boy who came to visit called Pip and we had so much fun we later worked at tarantella making milkshakes I was 19 we remember a boy called Rob We would love to visit the new hotel.

My parents owned the Hotel and I was introduced to it when I returned home from Bangor Hospital. I lived there for many years and can remember Kath's recollections of people 12 deep at the bar and having the job of guarding the windows to stop poeple queue jumping, something I wasn't (...Read full memory)

Family holidays were great but the fun really started in the mid-60's when I could holiday their with my friends. Lunch in the Tarantella coffee bar usually presided over by Rob Jones (not the restaurant, too posh!); afternoons on the beaches, evenings in the White House where we stood 12 deep at the bar (...Read full memory)