My Childhood Memories Of New Quay

A Memory of New Quay.

My memories of New Quay begin in the 1950s I suppose. I was born in Cnwc y Lily in my grandmother's smallholding and lived the first 3 years of my lfe in Gilfachrheda before moving a few miles to Cross Inn. Every school summer holidays on sunny days, my mum, ,my sister and I would walk the 2 miles to New Quay. We would turn in Maenygroes for the short cut down through Francis Street. As we got nearer, the sound of children's laughter from the beach would reach our ears and the excitment grew as I knew that before long I'd be playing on the beach and in the sea. After a few hours of happy playing and with my belly full of tomato and sand sandwiches, we would make the long walk up to the bus depot for the ride home. Sometimes we would have a bag of chips each, 3d's worth mostly, but if my mum was flush it would be 6d worth. Sometimes as a treat we would have a trip in the little rowing boats that ran trips from the beach, but the most pleasure was had from splashing in the sea and playing on the sand.
Happy days

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