NOTES ON
1963, Our holiday in Rhyll, North Wales
http://comp.uark.edu/~dsears/photos/Eileen63rhyll/index.html
After the West Country, it was decided that our next
holiday would be in north Wales. There
was intense discussion about which town, and we settled for Rhyll. We toured the region, coach tours mainly –
to give Dad a break from trains.
Fascinating small Welsh villages with unpronounceable names and quaint
stories. The extraordinary castles. The coast towns. The mountains.
I had to search for the identity of the castle in these
pictures on the internet and found that a few years after our visit it was
derelict. Only recently has been
rescued from complete decay through a campaign led by a 12-year old.
Mum and Dad loved
holidays in caravans. They were
supposed to be much cheaper than hotels, they protected Mum from the upper
classes that made her so nervous, but mostly they let Mum be in control. She was in control of what we ate and when
we ate, and how we lived. Pictures of
caravans, usually in attractive coastal settings, are common in her albums.