Tripping Down Memory Lane
[US translations in square brackets. 😉 ]
Update: it turns out that I can’t reply to comments on the individual photos, so if you want a reply then leave your comment on the post rather than in the slideshow. Sorry about that.
Yesterday I stumbled across some photos I had taken in Wales in September 2013. I didn’t post them at the time because to someone else they are just poor-quality holiday snaps but to me they represented an open wound. I had taken the trip back to Wales to say my final goodbye to my nanna. It turned out that I also needed to say goodbye to a place. I took a walk along streets and paths that I had walked countless times before but will probably never walk again. The weather was suitably dismal that day and the wind was too strong to take clear photographs. However, I wasn’t taking pictures for the art of it but as mementos to look back on, like I did yesterday.
I walked from the bus stop in Kinmel Bay past houses that I had walked past as a child. I walked past my nanna’s house; the one she had lived in for as long as I knew her, the one that still forms part of the scenery of my dreams. I walked the few hundred yards that it takes to get from her house to the sand dunes. The spiky Marram grass, the drifts of sand and the dog crap [?] were familiar from childhood. I stood and looked out over the angry, dark sea for a while and then headed along back streets to the bridge that would take me into the neighbouring town – Rhyl. Once into Rhyl, I found a Fish & Chip shop [fast food outlet] within a stone’s throw of my childhood friend‘s old house. I walked back to the seafront and sat on the wall with my back to the wind and to the treacherous sand that lies at the rivermouth. A schoolfriend once told me that those shifting sands had swallowed her friend’s horse.
As I sat eating my al fresco lunch the wind blew the chips [french fries] off my plastic fork. I had to choose between burning my fingers or feeding my lunch to the seagull that had turned up to collect the flying titbits [tidbits]. (I was hungry so I chose burnt fingers.) Finally, I walked up Rhyl seafront as far as the clock tower. When I was growing up, children wandered the landscape like feral cats. It didn’t mean that we weren’t attracted to the same things that attract children today though. We just had to walk further to get them. It wasn’t the beach that used to lure me to Rhyl, it was the amusement arcades with their flashing lights and buttons to press. I dropped many a penny into the Penny Falls machines. Later on I enjoyed playing arcade games like Pacman and watching the boys play Tron.
If you click on one of the photos below it will take you into a slideshow where you can accompany me on my walk and read about the scenes.