WPC: Nostalgia for the Left-Behind Home

Rambling around Holy Island we saw off in the distance some sort of castle, completely overgrown except for one of the towers.

In front of it was an almost impenetrable thicket of brambles, stinging nettles and other unfriendly thorny plants, so nasty I thought that if we ever found a way to the castle we would surely find Sleeping Beauty inside!Overgrown ruins of a castle off in the distance (Anglesey, Wales) There wasn’t any obvious trail in that direction, only a faint path of downtrodden grass that led to a gate.
The gate that lead to a cobblestone beachCrossing over a cobblestone beach we eventually located a trail that took us to a dirt road that ran directly in front of the castle.
Overgrown ruins of a castle off in the distance (Anglesey, Wales) The place was deserted except for an older gentleman who was busy taking a photo of the last tower.

“Do you anything about this castle?” I asked him.
Overgrown ruins of a castle tower (Anglesey, Wales) “Yes,” he answered and then a small smile played upon his face. “It’s not actually a castle, it’s a house and I used to live there, until 1946.”
The old gentleman who used to live in the 'castle' (Anglesey, Wales) Then he gave us the grand tour and here are the highlights!
Overgrown ruins of a castle tower (Anglesey, Wales)

  • The end tower he was taking a photo of was converted into a pill box during the war, the concern being that the Irish were friendly with the Germans who could/would attack the Welsh coast using Ireland as a base.
  • What I had thought was an outdoor fireplace was actually a bunker where they had kept explosives during the war.
  • The ‘house’ was originally built by the man who also built the breakwater, and lost a hundred thousand pounds in the process (and that was back in the 1860s).
  • The owner lost his house as well which was when our new friend’s grandfather had purchased it.
  • Taking us around the side, he pointed out the servant’s quarters. After the war they could no longer afford servants so his grandfather built a model train in the vacated buildings.

The old gentleman who used to live in the 'castle' (Anglesey, Wales)

  • On the right hand side were the kitchen gardens and a greenhouse, both now totally obscured by overgrowth.
  • He pointed out all the various rooms in the mansion along with the sunken gardens.
  • Al noted that “Your grandfather must have been quite wealthy “ and he responded with a little grin, “he wasn’t hurting….”
  • The house was sold in 1946 and converted into a hotel that included the new white front.

The old gentleman who used to live in the 'castle' (Anglesey, Wales) At this point one of the dog walkers we had met earlier appeared. We introduced her to the old gentleman and she told us about the time she had met the daughter of the people who had bought the house and converted it into a hotel.

She told us that the daughter had loved the house/hotel but not all the potato peeling, dishwashing and room cleaning.

When her father died they closed the hotel and her mother had lived there by herself.

But people kept breaking in to the point that her mother no longer felt safe and left, and now the place was in rack and ruins.

The old gentleman was writing a memoir about his life but his grandchildren were not as enthusiastic about history as we were. In fact, he described them (with a fond little smile) as rather rude, asking, “so what war are you on now Granddad?”

I asked him if he had an email and he responded, “I’m afraid I’m still on pigeon…”

From here it was a short walk back to Breakwater Park where we entered the outdoor gallery and found an old photo of the ‘castle’ back in 1959 when it was a hotel
An old photo of the 'house' when it was turned into Soldier's Point Hotel More of the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgia

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