Above an image from an archive glass plate of one of my grandfather’s postcard photographs. Behind the cottage the bay and line of dunes; in the sea the dark rocks of Ynys Feirig. In the distance the mnemonic shape of Holyhead mountain
Left another image from the same source showing Avon Crugyll as it traversed the shore into its small estuary.
Neither of these places looks now as it did then in my childhood. The field in which here the cottage stands is now filled to the brim with a large housing estate of second homes, unbelievably repetitive and ugly. In the left image an hotel has since come and gone, last seen as a derelict relic of wartime opportunism. Despoliation here as elsewhere was a process of attrition in which perceived values changed and no protection was given.
Left below: the village as it was early ‘30’s, another of the glass plate images, with my grandfather’s studio prominent and a magnificent period car parked on the road. This photograph was made from the top of the water tower and shows in the background the reef that sheltered the small tidal ‘boat pool’. Bowling green and allotment gardens in the foreground and Williams’ garage, the 1914-18 memorial clock at the crossroad.