Bro Basil, me and mother are in the same house on his birthday. Good day. Lots of talk and a trip to Whetherspoons for dinner. Lots of good talk, and flesh and place put on lots of ma’s stories. For instance her first holiday after she came to England, to work as housekeeper for a rich brewing family in West Kirby in 1949, was to a place she never knew the name of (she spoke no english). Basil figured out it was Red Bay Wharf in Anglesey, and the reason there were women walking up and down in short (for the time) skirts, and she had a strange man come up to her, was because it was where the rich went to pick up prostitutes of either sex.

Though I could find no reference to prostitutes in Red Wharf Bay, I did show ma the google view, and she recognised it.

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