Ogmore by Sea
If you ask people of a certain age “Have you been to Ogmore-by-sea” they will be misty eyed: reminiscing about a school camp; muddy but the first experience of staying without parents. For other people it is the stunning sunsets viewed from the car park. It was the latter that my grandparents first experienced from their Combi. By chance they found this wonderful corner of Wales.
They decided to buy a house in Ogmore by sea, to commute to from Cardiff at weekends. Part of the plan was for the grandchildren to stay in the holidays; and we certainly did: only the Christmas holidays we stayed away, but we looked forward to our Ogmore visits.
The house was on the edge of Ogmore; we would climb over the garden wall to sheep fields where we walked straight down to the beach. We were 300 metres from the beach and the freedom was infectious. The beach was comprised of rocks: rock pools: coves: stones and sand. We came to name certain areas “Panama Canal” “Smugglers’ Point” etc.
Opposite the beach was Tusker Rock and we fantasised about swimming over there and putting a Union Jack on the island! I’m glad we didn’t, given the currents. We would be able to judge the tide from the size of Tusker Rock from the balcony of the house.
The views were amazing; on clear days we could see across to Somerset and Devon – Hartland Point being the most westerly point. Closer we could see Porthcawl and in the distance the Mumbles. At night all the lights were amazing: with lighthouses flashing and all visible from the kitchen table. We were also able to enjoy the beautiful sunsets from the comfort of the kitchen – although we would often walk down to the downs or view from the balcony.
The weather wasn’t always sunny! Foggy weather brought the Foghorn from Nash Point; something we still laugh about and there were very windy days where I would sit on the rocks and enjoy the energy from the waves at a distance!
We would be able to walk all the way to Southerndown, along the downs and eventually along the road for a small distance. Southerndown beach was safer (and cleaner) to swim and it was a more conventional beach to play on. Beyond that, you could walk through the gardens of Dunraven House to what I would call Echo bay and Fossil bay, both which had extraordinary strata of rocks and plenty of fossils to discover. It was also possible to access this from near Nash Point where you would walk along a small valley, which in spring was covered with primroses.
One of the many adventures my cousins and I did was to cross the river at low tide, and play on the sand dunes. Of course the glamour of Porthcawl beckoned and we’d walk all the way to the town only to discover we were exhausted and someone had to drive round to pick us up! In later days, a £10 note was given to an older cousin for a taxi.
As time went on, Ogmore became more popular, and houses were built on the sheep fields. One such development completely overlooked Grandma’s house. To this day, I cannot understand how planning permission was given to the three story house, when the rules were for single stories only. It completely obscured the views we enjoyed and we no longer had any privacy. The Vale of Glamorgan planning department – or Mid Glamorgan as it was in the 1980s should be utterly ashamed for treating an elderly widow in this way, and I can only speculate that there was some underhand dealing to approve this ugly monstrosity. Given that the owners smashed all the glass in my Grandma’s greenhouse and that they built their house touching grandma’s garden wall, indicates that they weren’t going to win any best neighbour award. An elderly person is powerless against such aggressive behaviour.
However, I refuse to spoil my great memories of Ogmore. I spent many holidays there and when I was recovering from a serious illness, I spent a summer in Ogmore: breathing in the fresh air: walking on the downs and generally developing my strength. My husband and I would also spend Christmas there – enjoying the unique light on the beach.
Ogmore has changed from when my Grandma lived there. We sold the house in the late 1990s and have visited the village once since. Returning there brought back all the good and happy memories.
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