WHEN I WAS YOUNG   (The telling of the life  of an unknown in rural Margam during the thirties and the War years). L

I was born 1931 in Margam Road, Borr, Borough of Port Talbot. The  joungest of four children of Jack and Sara Jones.Our neighbours were the Williams family . They had a singular passion for motorcycles. Years later their eldest so became World Speedway Champion. On the other side of the road was a thatch cottage called ‘Twll yen y wal'( transl. Hole in the wall) From the high window in the gable end, years ago coach men could reach e refreshing pint at this stopping point. It has since been taken down piece by piece and rebuilt at St Fagens Folk Museum. Behind where we lived were the wetlands and sand dunes,this was long before the building of the Abbey Steelworks.

Tel you more next week,meanwhile “Live simply that others might simply live”

AuaThe DAVIES SISTERS of Gregynog Hall (Powis ).                      

” Approach  life and art with love” (a Picasso quote I believe ) is truly personified by Gwendoline(1882-1951 ) and Margaret (1886-1963 ) with their lifestyle and achievements.

TheDavies sisters,social philanthropists and art collectors were the granddaughters of industrialist David Davies. They were idependantly wealthy, their fortunes inherited from the businesses created by their grandfather.

They grew up in Plas Dinham, Montgomeryshire and were educated iHighfieldSchool, Hendon.

Their upbringing was strictly Calvinistic Methodism and both girls were steadfast churchgoers, teetotallers and Sabatarians. Though extremely attractive ,these two extraordinary women led very sheltered lives. They had never danced , never married , and as far is known never went on a date. At the start of the 20th. Century, they were the two richest unwed women in the British Isles.

Neither sister enjoyed good health but they still poured their energies into social philanthropy and into art.

They began collecting art in 1907, concentrating on pre-impressionist painting, in particular French Avant Garde art.The sisters were much bolder than their advisors,although sometimes unconventional, they proved to have unerring good taste.Their purchases included Corot, Millet, Daumier and Turner.

In 1912 they turned their attention to impressionist and post impressionist art . Buying amongst other things, three of Monet’s water lilies paintings.

They also bought the sort of art  no one would associate with the image of Calvinistic Welsh spinsters. Like Cezanne’s sexist figurative works and a group of extremely sensual Rodins’.

By the 1920’sthey decided they could not afford the luxury of buying art with the appalling need of humanity to be addressed.

Instead of adding to their collection, they had to decide what to do with it.

They eventually agreed that the National Gallery of Wales(a building they had largely paid for ) should have it to enrich Welsh culture and rid the perennial blindness of their countrymen.

I trust you’ll agree “they approached life and art with love” . Showing at all times their faith and convictions, contributing with their monies and time , assisting the victims of war torn Europe in the hospitals of Paris and subsequently enriching the lives of others with their wonderful art collection.


Do you believe in the paranormal?

All is not what it seems?

Perhaps these tales will make you think again!


          Located to the North West of Porthcawl, adjacent to the Pyle & Kenfig Golf Club, the dunes and sea of the Bristol Channel.  It stands forlorn, subject to the vagaries of the elements,natural and unnatural.

Quite a frightening place.

          It dates back to its origin as a monastic grange of Neath Abbey.

In medieval times it was subject to the violent carnage against the Catholics.

It is reported to be one of the most haunted places in Wales.With telling someone of screeching noises and the seeing of dark shadows in the rooms where the so called ‘Maid of Sker’ was locked away in her parental prison.

In the handed down story, Elizabeth Williams, daughter of tenant farmer Isaac Williams liked to go dancing in Kenfig Town Hall ( now The Prince of Wales Inn )

There she met the resident harpist and they fell in love.

Elizabeth’s father was furious she had been associating with the lowly Thomas , convinced that he was not good enough for his daughter.

Against his wishes the couple continued to see each other and planned to elope. Thomas hired a horse and carriage, but whilst approaching the farmhouse the dogs made such a noise that he fled.

Isaac Williams was angered by this turn of events locked Elizabeth in her room preventing her from ever leaving the house.

Love unrequited,hopefully awaiting her lover , she died of a broken heart.

Through her haunting, her spirit,her sadness, grief, she extols disappointmement for her lover, the strolling player, the harpist.

          Another ghost haunting Sker House is the angry spirit of the Captain of the French Mrechant Ship, Le Vainqueur wrecked on Sker Rocks. Much annoyed by his early death and the shameful plundering by the local wreckers. This very angry spirit takes out with his ranting behaviour on Isaac Williams who is suspected o playing a leading role in the wrecking of his ship.



A Tudor Gothic Mansion, lies only a few miles West of Sker House is one of the scariest with its haunting 

For most is another angry spirit, that of Robert Scott, the Estates gamekeepers.Ful of rage because of his unjust death by a poacher. His spirit often seen coming down the Gothic staircase, ranting, slamming doors, poltergeist activity and emitting a forbodding presence.

There has also been reports of Victoian dressed , mischevious and giggling children moving objects drifting in and out of the long corridors.

The so called Castle is also haunted by the ghost of the ‘White Lady’who once worked in the castle before taking her life and that of her unborn child. Her suicide is surrounded by mystery, perhaps the child’s father was of the aristocracy making the haunting spirit  an unpleasant encounter in any room she may enter.

I leave to the last my favourite Castle ghost story,told me by Father in Law, Sidney Hodson who was the Butler and Head of the Household at Margam Castle during the tenure of Captain Fletcher.

He was not one to display creative imaginations it was very down to earth,in fact pragmatism personified.

He described how on his way home from the Castle to East Lodge, his family home. He was forced off the drive way by a white carriage pulled by white horses with cockades on their heads.They came out of the darkness and quickly disappeared once past.

This ghostly experience happened to him more than once.

From the description of the carriage and the cockaded horses, a hearse in a  hurry to collect and get rid of a body of an unexplained death at th castle,perhaps.

A true story, or, too much port from the butlers pantry? You decide!

These are just a few ghostly tales of Wales. There are many more from this much haunted country. Visit if you dare!,                                                                                                   



One of the most controversial figures of modern times.
Born near Caerphilly in 1800 , the son of an ordained priest of the Church of England and a lowly servant girl. His ill tempered behaviour was thought to be an undiagnosed mental illness.
Like the Rev. Price, who had attended Jesus College, Oxford, William was an apt and successful student, qualifying as a Doctor in London. But his eccentricities suggested to many that he had also inherited hi father’s mental illness.
Eccentric he truly was. Going for long walks in the nude , or dressed as an Arch Druid, that he had proclaimed himself to be, with a fox fur hat , emerald green clothing and carrying a staff with a crescent moon top. He refused to treat smokers and considered marriage to be wrong as it enslaved women, and he advocated and practiced free love.
He was a convinced republican, Welsh Nationalist, enthusiastically joined the Chartists and was forced to flee to France after the failure of the Newport Rising in 1839.
Many years later after his return, now in his eighties, he fell in be with a girl many decades younger. Their son he baptised Jesu Grist, just to enrage local churchgoers.
Jesus died in infancy, prompting the act for which he is most remembered.
On 18th Jan 1884, he burnt the child’s body on a Llantrisant hillside. Price believed that cremation was an ancient Celtic practice, where as burial of a corpse polluted the ground.
Price was prosecuted but the court ruled in his favour. Hence the legality of cremation once and for all
He is now commemorated in the town of Llantrisant with a Plaque, a Statue and a Memorial Garden.