WIZEB wrote:Before the
ghost town it became.
A little seaside coastal resort heaving with holidaymakers, caravan sites full to bursting, pubs with music filling the high street, amusement arcades and the constant clanking of pennies and pinballs.
Frolicing at the outdoor council swimming pool in the hazy summer of '76 (now sadly cemented over, and built upon).
You should have seen the ladybird invasion of that that summer samwire.
Donkeys and sandcastles on the beach.
A thronging market and the constant aroma of frying fish and chips.
T'was a different world, halcyon days indeed, never to return.
Pass the hankie mate.
cheap foreign travel.
