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.
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