Trearddur-Bay-early 50's.

by Peter Richards
(Mariestad, Sweden)

Trearddur Bay memories … early 1950's.

“The Bay” was considered, by those who didn't know much about anything, to be where the wealthy folk lived; people with a bit of cash who were mostly English. They dressed and spoke in their own style and were always viewed by others with suspicion, like foreigners.
(My Grandmother suffered from this suspicion of outsiders. She was known as 'Irish Mary' although her maiden name was Lewis and she was Liverpool Welsh. Her parents were from Caernarfon and in the 1901 and 1910 census she was the only member of the family of five that could speak both English and Welsh. Speaks English … highly suspicious!
Back to the Bay. I started delivering Sunday papers as a small favour, “just to try it out, nothing permanent”. I ended up doing it for over four years, every Sunday without fail, rain or shine, the equivalent of over a thousand trips with a heavy shop-cycle with a carrier back and front, loaded down with heavy newspapers.
Almost every house and farm, down every side road starting at Kingsland Mill to the outskirts of Four-mile-Bridge depended on “that blonde boy” from Holyhead.
The reward for all of this was ten shillings, plus tips and for the first few months this was all taken by my mother so that all that I was left with was a nice tan and strong legs and a fierce determination to be more like the “Bay people”.
Some things stick in my mind as I write this … the two elderly ladies that shared a large double-bed, curtains always open and they would see the bay as their first sight of the day. They wore bed-bonnets and slept almost in the sitting position and gave me the impression that they may have been life-sized dolls from Edwardian days. There was a retired doctor and his wife, (I never met them), who, like most, left their door unlocked in those far-off days, leaving the money on the table for me to collect. Their kitchen was always filled with the smell of freshly made coffee and the unseen couple may be responsible for the fact that I love 'real' coffee and that two of my five wives were doctors. The Brigadier's wife, (cake and orange juice), was later to
become my unnoficial banker, holding my tip money that suddenly increased when winter storms still saw the populace's beloved newspapers arrive at their front doors. Thte Bay Hotel was my half-way point and the staff spoiled me rotten. Thick buttered toast and jam, washed down with best quality tea and even a few biscuits stuffed into my pockets, “ to keep you going Doll”.
The Cliff Hotel was closed at that time although the bar was open. The annex at the rear housed Pilot Officers from Valley. The big house nearby, owned by a Lord but watched over by a gentle Welsh couple that always gave me an apple, would always seem sinister in the winter but, with the sun shining become a quite different place, just like that.
There were a number of BBC people dotted about the bay and Peter Dimmock, the well-known sports commentator had a house off Ravenspoint Road. The large house facing Porth Diana was owned by Lord Lever-Hulme and his housekeeper, Mrs. Smith, was always lavish with cake and tea. The Ravenspoint hotel always seemed to be a bit of a mystery to me at that time simply because there were gorgeous looking young ladies that seemed to be spending the weekend there with their fathers!
Another mystery, in my youth and innocence, was why the lady at the pottery always answered my knock with a towel clasped to her bosom. “You caught me in the shower again, you naughty boy”. Note that, due to the vagaries of wind and weather, there could be an hours difference in my arrival at her house but I always “caught her in the shower”.
Yes, the Bay People were quite different to the rest of us. They were polite and generous, soft spoken and trusting. Times change and now I can't imagine anyone going out without locking their doors and, as for leaving money on the doorstep, well, what a silly idea!
I can still see the bay in my minds eye, the sound of it too and the sweet sea-smell. I can still feel the sand in my toes from even earlier days and remember my knitted swimming trunks, stretching when wet, becoming huge and falling down at the blink of an eye. Happy days yet again, a long time ago.

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Mar 15, 2024
Capel farm NEW
by: David Jackson

We stayed at Capel farm in the early 1950s in the Georgian farm house there. Sometimes there'd be a haystack and my sister and I would climb up and down inside it through vertical tunnels left by the farmer. There were tents in the adjoining field and a car or two parked on the undulating grass. It was a twenty minute walk to the beach, with hardly a car passing us. There were outcrops of rock in some of the fields on either side. At the beach were sand dunes and a wooden hut where you could sit and eat ice cream. The rocky outcrops continued across the beach, some lined with green slime and with the occasional tiny crab. The smell of newsprint in the newspaper shop was intense as I was bought my Beano comic. Sometimes out inflatable rubber beach ball would get carried out to sea, but we usually found it the following day in one of the adjoining coves.

Sep 09, 2021
Cwm farm railway carriages
by: Paul

Does anyone have any recollection or photos of railway carriages ( used as homes) in field next to cwm farm in late 1940's early 1950s

Sep 01, 2015
Treaddur bay.
by: Drewy bach

I have the greatest of memories of Treaddur Bay.

I remember the clean sands, the ice cream van, and diving off one of the two rock formations when the tide was well in favour for that. Mum would make the picnic goodies..and I still love the cheese & tomato sandwich.

I had an uncle working the bar at the Treaddur Bay hotel, later his daughter did the same. Even on rainy, windy days I'd love to see the waves crashing upon the rocks and, during such weather hardly a soul would be about. The sweeping great curve of sand that makes Treaddur Bay would be empty at such Autumnal scenes..and imagination stirred by earlier memories of delight and joy, I'd see the ghosts of very recent years' in the splendid Summer suns that glittered upon the sea giving grace to the day.

I even saw my father go for swim. He, an ex Navy man who saw WW-2. Great days, superlative memories..Love to reminisce and re'inject as a result, that glowy feeling of wondrous appreciation.. Amen to that !


Dear Andrew

Thanks for your input.

Best wishes to you.


Aug 31, 2015
by: William

Dear Peter

The world is always a much bigger place if we've got stories to attach to places.

Like the lovely people who keep coming back to memories of Church Bay, they have coloured the entire place with memories of a time I'll never know but can be reassured has happened to someone. Life is full of rubbish experience and rubbish people so it pays to remember enough good times because the buggers will try and persuade you it never happened.

Trearddur Bay exists/existed as do/have many other pleasant things.

The company you keep says an awful lot about you to the outer world. I'm glad I know you as it reflects well on me.

Warmest regards from Anglesey on a lovely August Bank Holiday Monday.


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