Step into the past

I went for a walk yesterday. Something I have not done since the lockdown began. In fact I went for two walks. In both I walked the streets of Rhyl. The difference being that one walk was in the Rhyl locked away in my mind to be taken out and revisited whenever I wanted. TheContinue reading “Step into the past”

Nudge, nudge Wink, wink

Growing up in Rhyl in the 50s and 60s was a mixed blessing, but at the end of the day I was sorry to leave. During the summer it was a bustling, noisy place with crowds on the promenade and the cries of bingo callers from all the arcades along the front. Our house wasContinue reading “Nudge, nudge Wink, wink”