Borth, The Beach 1925
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Children play at the south end of the beach. Beyond them is the headland on which the Borth war memorial was built after the First World War. There are said to be smugglers' caves in the rocks below it.
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A Selection of Memories from Borth
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Borth
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This church was over the railway which ran along the back of Borth. The track that leads to it was at the end of the platform on the street side. The church is on a small hill which on the other side was a WW2 lookout. There was a wedding there one summer - we would go blackberry picking in the nearby lane.
Pantyfedwen, as I remember it from 1971, was the women's Hall of Residence for the College of Librarianship, Wales. By the time I lived there, briefly in the Autumn Term of 1971, it was in the process of being decommissioned, as the College had built new Halls of Residence on the Llanbadarn Campus, in Aberystwyth, although the opening had been delayed. For this reason, it was suffering from a fairly extreme form of faded ...see more
I came to Borth at the age of 15. I was with a youth group of baptists from Rogerstone, Newport in Gwent. We stayed for a week at The Grand Hotel. We had religous education in the mornings and then the rest of the day was ours on the beach. We gathered on the beach in the evening time for communal hymn singing! How we must have terrified the locals! It was a lovely week and I made a lot of new friends. Lovely memory. Were you there too?
I do not remember my first visit to Borth as I would have been a few months old around about the spring of 1963. As a family we then returned every year staying at Brynowen, sometimes twice a year, until I turned 18 at the end of 1980. By then I felt I was too old and branched off on my own holidays. By chance last October (2011) my wfe, daughter and young grandson came here for a long weekend break and ...see more
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