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The Lleyn Peninsula* is the relatively low-lying tongue of land jutting into the Irish sea south of Anglesey and west of the spectacular peaks of Snowdonia, making the map of Wales look like a floppy-eared pig. In the 1950s it was pretty undeveloped, with the small seaside resorts of Abersoch and Aberdaron as far as…
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As a family I don’t think we ever went to the cottage on our own. Holidays were always shared with uncles, aunts and cousins on Mum’s side, either Emlyn. Lu and cousins Alan and Grahame, or Uncle Geoff, Auntie Molly, Peter and Pam. Nana, of course, was usually there as well. One of the very…
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Yorkshire Tea The memory snippets fortuitously preserved from childhood can be subconsciously woven by your brain into a story that makes perfect sense. But it can be a story that is quite simply, and spectacularly, wrong. Here’s an example. My Dad’s younger brother Malcolm got married between January and March 1952, and Mum, Dad, Ian…
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I think we must have been in Cornwall for a fortnight considering how many trips and visits we packed in while we were there. Porthpean beach was nearest, and we also went to Newquay (where I was knocked over by one of its famed breakers which probably contributed to my lifelong “respect” for the sea)…
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It must have been an early start from Cheltenham bus depot but I don’t recall anything except feeling somewhat coach-sick as we approached Weston-super-Mare, another town I’d never heard of but whose name fascinated me. Was it really going to be super? As my only recollection of the place now is the white tiled toilets…
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A very early morning start for the four of us with suitcases and other luggage. We must have taken a taxi from Rudston Road to Edge Lane Bus station, from where long distance coaches ran, because there was no direct bus from our nearest bus stop in Childwall Valley Road. The coach we boarded picked…
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Of the remainder of Coronation Day, my memories are very patchy. It was a very long day for a seven year old, and we must have divided our time between watching the TV, eating our coronation tea, and playing games in the garden. I can recall very little of the ceremony in Westminster Abbey, or…
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