Happy Days

A Memory of Talacre.

I remember happy childhood holidays at Talacre. We would stay in a wooden chalet belonging to a friend of my Dad's. He would pick us up in his Ford Anglia, my dad would sit in the front. Then Mum, my sister Annette and myself would sit in the back, with Tina( the corgi dog) across our knees. Once we arrived, Annette and myself would be up the sandhill at the back of the chalet, then down into the well. We would look for spent bullet shells - Dad was a scrap metal man and he would give us two shilling for finding any. We would collect water from the stand pipe at the end of our lane. (Our lane was the one now a bird conservation) We would listen out for the van calling out for Calor Gas. At the end of the lane was an amazing cake and pie shop, never tasted better to this day. We could go to the boat house and have a milkshake and play on the penny machines, whilst Mum and Dad had coffee and played the jukebox. During the two weeks holidays, we would then walk up a small path behind a bus stop (walking away from Talacre) through a field of cows, to the Abbey you could see through the trees. Mum would buy jam and honey the Monks had made.
We didn't own a car, so we walked everywhere. We would often call into a cafe, it had a large totum pole in the garden. Inside was a Mynah bird that swore and to a five and eight year old, it was hilarious! I remember the double decker buses near the beach. We went every summer from 1965 to 1970. I went back last year and walked down the old lane. Old memories came flooding back. If only I had a magic wand, I'd turn back the clock for one more day, just to show my children how it was.


Added 25 October 2018

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I remember very single detail you describe! We used to stay on the Warren in the late 50s in a wooden chalet. The bakehouse was there originally. My mum and dad had a caravan in Talacre from about 1958 right up to 1986 when my mum died. I remember the Boathouse and the jukebox there - we bought gas mantles there for the caravan and sat with milk shakes. After tea every night we would walk up the Devil's Elbow to Gwespyr and sit outside the Masons Arms with a lemonade in the sun. We would walk to Talacre Abbey and my mum bought us a cloth clown that the nuns had made, and apple jelly jam, We played on the beach every day, - we washed our feet in the tap by the Lighthouse Cottages but they are are all covered over by the sand dunes now. We travelled on the F3 Crosville bus from Edge Lane got off at the end of Station Road and walked to Talacre carrying our cases. in later days, 1970s/80s my own daughter kept a bike at the caravan and it was like home from home. So very different now,

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