Summers At The Warren

A Memory of Talacre.

My mum and dad and I spent many summers at the Talacre Warren. My father was a Co-op branch manager in Woodley, Cheshire and knew a couple, Mr & Mrs Taylor who had a wooden chalet on the Warren. In addition to the Chalet there was a small "Robin" 2 berth caravan and most excitingly for me the converted fuselage of a World War 2 Glider, which slept 3 or 4.
I remember vividly gazing through the plastic canopy at the stars before going to sleep.

Just a few hundred feet away from the Taylor's chalet there was a large sand hill, the dished centre of which was surrounded by tussocks of wiry grass. This became our fort during games of cowboys and indians.

On windy days sand would be whipped up on the long flat beach running up to the Point of Ayr Lighthouse and if you were caught up in it the sand would lash around your legs stinging viciously..

Nevertheless I would give anything to experience those days over again.

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