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Hello

I too lived in Rhyl during WW2 not very far from Splash Point, and remember well the bombing of Liverpool, when our mother would take us down to the beach and watch the city being bombed, poweful searchlights picking out the planes as they flew overhead and, one night, seeing one being brought down, and then the following day going back to the beach to see the plane sticking out of the water. What happened to the pilot, I don't know.

For all the problems that the war threw up, as children we were lucky, being allowed on the beach regularly so long as we didn't touch the mines that were washed up. I recall, the ponies (no not donkeys) that my brother, sister and I used to walk to and from their stables regularly and for that duty, we'd be given a free ride once a week.

Does anyone remember the fishing? We'd dig for worms in the sand and set a line following the tide out as far as we dared, and the following morning we'd be back out there to take in our catch, and before the seagulls could beat us to it, otherwise there would be a rare old kerfufful as they tried to get to the fish before us!

For light entertainment, we'd occasionally go the cinema, swimming in the open air baths up near town, cycle for miles ( I had a little 'fairy cycle' with solid rubber tyres - so uncomfortable!), collect blackberries and mushrooms in season, put on plays in the back garden, listen to Troise and his Banjoliers, and the Palm Court orchestra on the radio. I'm sure there are many who would have shared some of these memories and I look forward to logging onto the site again to read more of Rhyl.

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