A couple of hours in Rhyl, North Wales.
The last time I was in Rhyl was when I was ten or eleven years old. Apart from having to spend a week with the stepdad from hell, I remember it being a nice place, lively and bustling in the typical British seaside town way. Recently we went there again and spent just a couple of hours taking photos. I’m not sure if it’s changed for the better.
When we started the After the Coal Dust project it was designed to show how the former industrial towns in the North of England had seen a decline. It seems that the same holds true in other parts of the UK.
A nice set of photos. I have no memories of Rhyl but I do of Prestatyn, a little further along the coast. My first holidays were spent there just after the war. We stayed with my father’s Godmother and I remember the lengthy walk to the beach.
We drove through Prestatyn, surprised to see that Pontin’s Holiday camps still existed.