My Childhood Growing Up At The Storey Arms

A Memory of Storey Arms Centre.

My grandmother used to live at the storey arms and ran the transport cafe which it was then and lorry drivers would sleep over in 1 of the many bedrooms while travelling on thier journey, Such an exciting enourmous place for a very young girl to enjoy,
We would go tabogining down the mountain directly opposite the storey arms across the road, To the right of the storey arms where the Heather always grew so much we would play constantly, i have a photograph of myself as a baby in a pushchair with my grandmother and her loyal alsation dog sat next to me his name was Prince he never left my side never, He is buried alongside the storey arms as he was to stay where he and my grandmother my mother and myself were happiest, I recall many many times sneaking into the larder and taking raw sausages and every time I was caught, to this day I can't resist raw sausages, There was a telephone box at the end of the uphill drive to the front door My mother and I would often phone home to speak to my father when he returned home from working all day, I returned to the Storey Arms when in high school it was then an activity centre The ones I went with and the people who ran the centre were intrigued at the stories I told one evening and we all laughed very much when i showed them exactly where the larder with so many sausages used to be, We went caving rock climbing and walked up pen y fan It was winter and the snow came down very quickly and much of it, The army were called to bring me down the mountain on a stretcher as I began to have frostbite, they were extremely kind and helpful, as we reached the bottom a unit in full army uniform with all thier packages started thier adventure to the top of pen y fan and surrounding areas It was dreadfully cold yet they all made a fuss and had smiles so wide on thier faces i will never forget that time, Definately some of the best memories of my life,.

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