Fishing the Heron Ponds

Burry Port: Tranquil haven

See that concrete 'platform' below the train? That is the exact spot where my friends and I would go fishing for flatfish and mullet (only ever caught a flattie) in Burry Port. Looking at it again, after all these years of relying on smoky memories, is like opening a door to another realm and getting fired back into the ages. Ah, such sudden, blissful jolts of remembrance! What a soothing picture that sends the memories cartwheeling back through my mind like foxgloves falling on a freshly mowed lawn.
The spot itself is long gone now of course, having been replaced by the new Millennium Coastal park, but as you can see by the hilly background, it was a very peaceful place to go and set up rod and reel. Or with a good book on a summers day. Just beyond the railway line, was what we used to call the "Heron Ponds", and it was a haven for wildlife; herons, coots, moorhens, swans, rabbits, weasels, cormorants, wild geese, the list was almost endless as to what one could see there. And with the wild estuary looking out toward the beautiful Gower, it truly was one the best spots to visit in Burry Port (that ever so softly 'touched' the blink-and-miss-it Pwll.)
There was a sandy cove nearby too, and I used to think of it as my own private beach. Save the odd dog walker, it rarely saw much humans, for young boys growing up it was paradise. Swimming, fishing, camping, hunting; no prizes for guessing where a lot of the summer holidays were spent. We used to set up tents and pick limpets from the rocky shore to boil on a camp fire while the sun sank behind the distant hills. Oh how the city boys missed such magic moments! I keep saying it, and I always will but I am truly blessed to have grown up in this thorny, barnacled town in west Wales.

Jack Mariti

Local hero Jack Mariti

Visitors to Burry Port won't know the face behind the name Jack Mariti on the plaque dedicated to him near Burry Port's lifeboat station but perchance they stumble onto this site (having found it while looking for info on the town before a visit perhaps) I will share with you a photograph of the man here (courtesy of the Memories of Burry Port Facebook page.)
Jack Mariti was a lifeguard around Burry Port harbour who also taught local youngsters how to swim and his tribute 'down the harbour' is well deserved. Well I remember my grandmother telling stories of Jack, how he came to the aid of many in distress and saved many from a watery doom. A gentle giant, a real character (and legend) of the town.

Carmarthen Sights

All pics by me.


Old People Infirmary/Priory Street hospital



Carmarthen Market 2007

Classic Harbour View

The harbour has changed a lot these last few years with the arrival of the Millenium Coastal Park but here are a few snaps of how it looked when swimming was allowed (as well as crane jumping). You can see the Carmarthe Bay Powers Station in the photo below. In fact not far from where that was taken was another hang out spot, used to love popping a few cold ones down here in the summer. (Mind you it didn't need to be summer). The water is always in now because of the new locks but before those arrived, the harbour stank of mud, stale fish and seaweed when the tide was out. Not necessarily a bad smell, just very different compared to when it was in.

Elikington Road 1905

Life in 1905

My family moved to a house on Elkington road in Burry Port way back in 1980. (My father still lives there). This road almost goes straight through the middle of the town and stretches from the top half (Achddu) to the bottom onto Station road. And thanks to this fact, it was a great road for skateboards and bikes.
No skateboards in this 1905 photograph of course. And that is most definately not Pembrey like it suggests.

The Garages

These garages were another favourite hang out in Burry Port. Just behind you can see the back of the Memorial Hall. These face other garages just out of shot and I have actually fallen through the roof of those because at the time (1980s) they had asbestos roofing as opposed to the concrete type you can see in this picture. Used to skateboard on here too, and occasionaly thought about making a skate jump from them.

'Co~op' Wall

Anothe old drinking spot

This charming little view is looking from the Coop bridge down towards the harbour. The train you see was a coal train that used to take coal up to Carway, and the small, red brick wall was another favourite hang out/drinking spot of my friends and I in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Used to be a handy toilet across the road too.
Of course the years have drastically changed all this and these days where that wall is in the photo, there is now a busy roundabout and the coal trains have long since departed to a lost station somewhere in time.

Siop Alwyn

Croeso I Siop Alwyn

Siop Alwyn (Siop is Welsh for shop) was a barbers situated on top of Elkington road, near Achddu. I personally don't remember much about it because it was on its way to closing while I was barely in school but it was certainly very popular before then. The only thing I do remember is if any schoolboy had a basin/bowl style haircut, then others would say that he'd had a 'siop Alwyns'.
You could also buy sweets and soda drinks in Alwyns and probably cigarettes too. I wish little places like these were still opening instead of closing because you get the personal touch and gossip that supermarkets just cannot offer. There is so much character to them and this was definately true of Siop Alwyn's.

Penscynor Wildlife Park

Vintage: Penscynor car sticker

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Penscynor Wildlife Park is home to some of the world’s most endangered and beautiful animals, all of which nestle amongst the trees, streams and gardens. Parrots, penguins, monkeys, apes and more are all just waiting to be discovered by visitors. You can touch and hold the animals in the Zoo Centre, feed the trout, llama, donkeys and deer, as well as experiencing the famous Alpine Slide. There is a playground in the grounds for children, as well as Bumpa Boats and much more. Visitors can enjoy a picnic or try the delights in one of the four cafes, as well as finding a special gift in one of the souvenir shops.

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When I saw that car sticker last night for the first time in years, I felt dizzy such was the rush of emotion/memories that flooded my brain upon seeing it. This wildlife park was one of THE places to go in the summer.
No it wasn't in Burry Port but Penscynor does bring back warm waves of joy to many 'Burryites' (as I discovered on Facebook last night when I uploaded photos) and therefore it deserves to be mentioned in this blog.


Chico in her enclosure

The park was in Cilfrew, Neath, not an especially long run up the motorway from Burry, and like Porthcawl it has a very dear place in my heart. Sadly it closed down in October 1998 and like many places, lives on only in peoples memories. I certainly does in mine. I have many many stories from Penscynor. One being the Alpine Ski Slide which was there, where children would hurtle down tracks shaped like toboggan runs on plastic carts with a brake lever sticking up from inbetween your legs. Of course being daredevils, my brother and I would barely touch the brake, letting the carts (and ourselves) almost shoot up the side of the run and flip over into heavy wilderness. And as we smashed into the tyres at the bottom (which were there to aid with stopping) our mum and the rest of the family would shriek in alarm. Fun!
Another time my dear grandmother handed a sweet to one of the chimpanzees, little knowing it was actually a toffee. The sight of the poor chimp sitting on a post, chewing this toffee was something which had to be seen. Im laughing now. One highlight was watching the seals in their enclosure, a concrete island surrounded by dark green water and whenever they submerged to swim underwater I would wish I was in there swimming alongside them in the murky waters.
Great place for picnics too, as long as you were away from the spitting lamas. And I remember the souvenir shop sold rubber chimps, snakes, and pens with Penscynor stencilled on the side. Wonderful times.
But looking at the photos (below) of how it is now, an empty shell, is so very depressing when one thinks back to how alive the park was, buzzing with sounds of families and animals. Im genuinely sorry that children f today will never know the delights of this wildlife park. For me Disney World had nothing on Penscynor.


Alpine slide


And the past withers

One Fine Horizon

Ah bliss!

One of the finest things you can do in Burry Port is also the most simple; buying a parcel of chips (with fish, pie, rissole, etc), taking it down the harbour and eating while watching the boats do their bobbing thing on the water. Or looking out toward the Gower. Take it from someone who has done this a thousand times, its grand.
Summer is the best time to do this but all year round works too. Careful how you go though, the sea air has a lethal effect on appetite and you might find yourself heading back for more chips! Those ones in the above photo I had from Bev's chip shop at the end of New Street but that chippy is no longer open. Luckily we are blessed with more than one great fish & chip shop in Burry Port, which means you ought to sample this 'chips down the harbour' delight a couple of times. Just to make sure *WINK*

Station Bridge

The crow's nest

More shots of the famous Station bridge that crosses the railtrack at Burry Port/Pembrey station. As I have written before on this blog, this was a very popular hang out spot for my friends and I from around 1988 until 1992 ish. The heart of the town, or the 'crow's nest' as I always thought of it.
Some notable places you can see from this bridge are Barrie's Plaice and The George on the left and the Portobello Inn over there on the right. Carry on up the right and you'll find The Hope & Anchor pub.
You can see now how conveniently placed the chip shops and pubs are in Burry. The merry drinker can almost fall into Barrie's for a rissole or pie after a session in the Port. Very handy!



This is a view of the bridge from the bottom of Stepney road. the big red building in the background is the Neptune Hotel. When I was a boy it was the Carbay club and was one of the first pubs I ever drank a Coke in. (Courtesy of my father). In my minds eye, I can still see inside as it used to be all those years ago, with the dark wine colour leather seating lining the walls and big set windows. Emotions can go a little haywire, especially when one thinks of all the times, good and bad, that have passed by since the Car Bay club closed.



This is approaching Station bridge from the harbour. The building to the immediate right is one of the old Jones Newsagents (or 'top shop' as my brother and I called it), and the place nextdoor (you can just see the red shutter) is Smartiland sweetshop. Every childs favourite place back in the day. Slush Puppies and red laces! In the 1970's it was simply called Ken Rees's after the owner.

Port Slang

Here is a list of slang words we used in Burry Port. Some words are not exclusive to the town but a few are. One or two even created by yours truly.

Nobbling ~ To be very cold.

Daps ~ Trainers/sports shoes

Pokey ~ Loud & good. This Motorhead record is Pokey!

Porthcawl ~ Say nothing. A cleaner way of saying 'say f**k all.' Say Porthcawl. Co created by me.

Shant ~ alcohol. Lets go on the shant!

Roots ~ cigarettes. Got any roots?

Gewk ~ powerful. This motorbike is gewkey!

Wog/Ceiff ~ to steal. Did you ceiff that?

Bread ~ money. Got any bread?

Creeping Death ~ temgesic drug. Created by me.

Moiled ~ crashed. You moiled on that skateboard. Can also mean wrecked. You moiled that skateboard well and truly.

Flim ~ five pounds. Can I borrow a flim?
Thanks to my friend Steffs Qualters for reminding me about this one.

The Ghost of Pembrey Hills

They hide a secret

The Pembrey hills stretch deep into Burry Port territory and provide a beautiful background to the seaside town, which is sandwiched between the hills and a rugged, wild coastline that faces the Gower.
These hills have proved popular for many years, especially during the summer season when schoolchildren free from the classroom would roam the hills to build dens, rope swings and use cardboard sheets to slide down the steeper areas, abandoning all thought for personal safety.
They were a fabulous place for picnics too owing to spectacular views of the coast. If you ever happen to find yourself in Burry Port, drive up to the 'Lookout' on the narrow lane from Isgraig and you will see exactly what I mean. Stunning!
But there is a darker story linked to the Pembrey hills.
Will Mani lived in Pinged and was a very cruel man with a foul reputatation. He beat his wife regularly, whether drunk or not and of friends he had few because people wisely chose to stay away from him. He would hide in the hedgerows on the hills and rob travelers who were going to Carmarthen on buisness. Mani was a brutal thug and seemingly proud of it.
In 1788 he added murder to his bumper list of crimes, after he killed a woman who was out walking on the hillsides. There was never any doubt of guilt. The cuff from his coat was found in his victim's hand and was identified by the tailor who made it. Will Mani's fate was sealed and he was hanged then gibbeted on the hill at Pensarn in Carmarthen.
It is said that his ghost still haunts those hills in Pembrey.

Burry's Ghosts and Myths

All villages have ghosts and Burry is no exception. For instance the Legion club is supposedly haunted and there have been people who have apparantly captured the spook on video camera. (Ive not seen any film myself). But plenty more colourful legends and myths have been believed to roam the towns fields and hillsides. Of course as these lush green parts grow less and less, so do the mysterious beastlies who roam them.
One was creepily called the Hook, who was rumoured to wander the Furnace Fields at night looking for children to terrify. As a boy I spent most of my spare time in those fields but (thankfully) never saw this character. To be honest I sensed almost immediately that the Hook was nothing more than a tall tale told by older children in an attempt to frighten the younger ones. But in the darker recesses of my mind, I hoped he did exist because I thrived on danger and having a deranged hook weilding guy hiding out in the hedges gave me a queer thrill.
Another less sinister myth was that of Miner 49er who was supposed to live in the hills and chased young people away if they got too near. There is a Miner 49er in the Scooby Doo cartoons so it isn't difficult to see where this came from.
The Pembrey/Burry Port hills have quite a few legends attached to them including the story of a group of runaway boys who decided to leave home and set up camp in the wilds. As is the way with these type of tales, more rumours were added as the years rolled on until this gang had supernatural abilities. Like the fact none of them ever aged out there in the woods, and only the young could see them.
The ghost of killer Will Mani is said to haunt the Pembrey hills and I have covered that story elsewhere on this site.

The Burry Element

The main drag

Porth Tywyn (Burry Port) is a lovely town but its schizophrenic as many small Welsh towns can be. In the summer its sunny as popcorn and as happy as the corn is snapping, but come winter it is grey, gossipy and neverending in its gloom. Locals are happiest in complaint, content in the towns back-to-back intimacy as long as the beer is cold and flowing.
Do not be fooled by the photograph above. It might look quiet and deserted but there is a local lurking behind one of the many lamposts, just waiting to pounce with the 'gen' (rumours) or the price of 'fags' (cigarettes). And its lovely, it really is.

Chivers Corner

Petrol indeed

Chivers Corner is a wonderfully named petrol station in Burry Port. And as I have with every part of my hometown, I have a story about the station. A few in fact come to think about it but one stands out like the red topped lighthouse which greets mariners every day. I was around eight years old and very adventurous, and I remember my parents deciding to take my brother and I to Porthcawl fair. An announcment like this was enough to excite children until they were filled with an almost uncontrollable amount of energy. And so it was with me. The family car pulled in to the Chiver's Corner forecourt to fill up with petrol for the journey and this prompted me to get out to stretch my legs (eventhough we'd barely gone a mile). Years ago the petrol station had a small shop which sold Smurphs and toy cars and it had a concrete walkway which went around the back of the place. This narrow path jutted out over a drop of around 12ft, the bottom wild with sharp rocks, nettles and thorns. Hardly a soft landing.
Now owing to my wreckless streak I thought it would be a good idea to climb over the metal railing and hang from my fingertips over this prickly and quite frankly dangerous area. Over I went and just as I lowered myself down my brother joined me to see what I was doing. In this I was fortunate because after I had been dangling for a minute, the grit from the path began biting into the flesh of my fingers, and as I looked below, I could tell that dropping into the debris underneath was going to result in a nasty injury.
So I began yelling at my brother to fetch our father to help me up. Of course he was busy filling the car up so I had had to wait, clinging painfully for life. It might have been 12ft but it looked way more than that to me at the time. I remember glancing down, trying to work out what type of injury I was likely to sustain if I let go. Broken ankle, lacerated shins, bruised legs, shattered knees, mangled toes. There was no end to the agonies I conjured up in my increasingly terrified mind.
When the old man who owned the gargage at the time walked around the corner to come to my aid, my arms felt like they had been pulverised by a steamroller and I gritted a smile from my mouth because by now Id been hanging for something like seven or eight long minutes. After pulling me up I offered my heartfelt thanks and we went on our way to Porthcawl with me looking quite sheepish on the back seat it has to be said. Ego and a devil-may-care attitude brews strange feelings in a young, and not so young mind.

A Carnival of Carnivals!

Today is Carnival Day in Burry Port, and its been held on the first saturday of July ever since I can remember. (Probably since it began, as we are sticklers for tradition in Burry). And this morning, as I awake thirty miles away from my hometown and a whole different skin from my ten year old self, the sunshine is pouring in through the windows like a buttery avalanche of goodness, which is exactly how every Carnival Day started in the past.
I might be using a touch too much of the Perfect Childhood Potion here but I honestly can not recall there ever being rain on this day. Certainly not from around 1979 (you can tell its sunny from the included photo below) to the mid eighties anyway. Come Burry's Carnival Day you could guarantee sunshine.
And excitement. And hundreds of locals and visitors lining Station Road in order to see the colourful assortment of floats and walkers in costumes. Teenagers back then (before the nanny state gripped everything) even climbed lamposts and hung from the railway bridges to secure good vantage points to watch the parade.
All of the work and build up in organising, designing lorries and choosing the Carnival Queen, it all paid off with interest when the day itself pounced from a ususally murky June. For most Burryportians it truly was/is the beginning of summer.


Myself (left) Father (Gonzo) and younger brother in 1979's Carnival

The carnival procession would start at 2pm in the carpark of the old Carbay Club, which is now the Neptune Hotel. The route was over the Coop Bridge and down along Station Road until the whole thing turned into the park after heading through New Street. Burry Port has quite a large public park with rugby and football pitches, and it is here that stalls and a funfair would pitch up for the day.
As a young boyo my family would all gather in my grandmothers house, near the tiny wooden gilled surgery, that was a darts throw from the park/shops, and had a car park so that family members from Penclawdd always had a place for their always orange~looking cars. My mother, grandmother and aunts would make a giant buffet of sandwiches, crisps, homemade pasties, rissoles and no end of sticky drinks. Everyone it seemed was at my grandmothers house on Carnival Day back then.
I was not fussed with the floats and procession itself, I was always eager like a firefly to head on over to the sugary delights of the funfair, where candyfloss would often fall from other childrens hands and blow in the summer breeze across the dried rugby pitch like neon tumbleweeds. All I remember was being crushed in Jones' newsagents shop doorway as noisy floats passed by, decked out in cardboard interpretations of paradise islands and sets of populat television shows of the time. While an assortment of Draculas, Incredible Hulks, Bugs Bunnies and the odd clown jigged by on rubber feet, holding out buckets half filled with copper pennies that rattled like teeth in a jam jar.
Being a solitary type of boy, I would always try to use the crowds to hide and shrink into so that these strange, mad eyed, usually sports shoe wearing beasts could not find me among the denim and cotton stalks of grown ups legs. Of course down there there were new dangers such as falling cigarette ash and syrup from ice cream sauces.
It was worth it however because the rest of the day was magic. An afternon spent in the park with hot dogs, game stalls, funfair rides and seemingly hundreds of chances to win miserable looking goldfish! (Im holding a goldfish in the photo above but due to the limits of the width of this post its too small to actually see). Every short trousered Welsh pup wanted one of those fish, regardless of how tattered they looked and no doubt come teatime every home in Burry Port had a hastily bought goldfish bowl which stood on top of the fridge like a crystal blister. Fridges were ideal for fish bowls as they were too high and too smooth and cat proof.
The funfair wasn't never going to challenge Porthcawl obviously but it had a nice selection of daring rides from waltzers to the parachutes, which were a type of ferris wheel which stood lazily at an angle instead of being upright and had umrellas over the wheels cars. This was a particular favourite of mine because when you came down from being at the top, it looked as if your rickety carriage was going to smash face first into the baked mud below. Quite a thrill even in those days when homemade 'rides' involved tree swings going over 30ft hillsides.
After the funfair and games, not to mention perfomances by the local brass band, we would head back to my grans for yet more homebaked treats. As you might have noticed, Burry Carnival day left quite an imprint in my memory and its a place in my head which I know is safe from any darker, more morbid thoughts which frequently invade my mind.
Of course as time rolled on and my older self left the salty snacks of my grandmothers oven and found another shaded area amongst rows of beer and ciders, the carnival offered new experiencces for my eager self and I was equally thrilled by them. Come the age of 19 onwards (until the day I left the town) Carnival Day would herald a mornings drinking; weak lagers, sherry and occasionaly spirits, fetched from the Co-op as soon as its doors opened. Crates of ale were carried from there and taken to various friends houses to be thrown back with heavy metal roaring in the background.
It was a fine day in Burry Port, as fine as the sloe berries that were found in the Furnace fields and made into wine.

The Adelphi: Burry's Popular Cinema

Its little known today as Burry Port goes through yet more changes, that this quaint fishing town boasted a cinema, the Adelphi. It was situated in Seaview Terrace, overlooking one of the the harbours and flung open its doors in October 1937, a few years before WWII kicked off and was considered one of the most luxurious cinemas of its time. None other came close in Wales.
The Adlephi had a stage with dressing rooms and when film wasn't on offer, plays and musicals could be performed. (Bingo was also played in the 50's).


Modern for its time: The Adelphi

The owner was Mr Labor Dennis who used to greet people in the foyer whilst puffing on a pipe. A much loved and respected chap in the town at the time. And boy did the people flock for the movies! They came from all over, from Llanelli to Kidwelly, in fact all over the Gwendraeth Valley. Such was the lure of live/recored entertainment before the war.
I would like to write that this happy place enjoyed many years of success but alas it was not to be. The good times only lasted 22 years, and in May 1959 the cinema closed its doors for the final time. The building was knocked down during the years of 1972 and 1973, which is why I don't remember it at all. (I was born in 1971).
The site where it once stood is now a car park used for shoppers and visitors to Burry Port.

The Train Station

Burry Port/Pembrey train station is where I, and many others, spent our teens (from around 16 to 19.) It was an ideal spot because it is in the center of the village, with the shops and chip shops close at hand. And of course there was a shelter. It saved all the hassle of going to call for friends one at a time, everybody could be found here. Well I say 'everybody' but it was more the place for the rebels to kick about in, guys like me who enjoyed beer and drawing on brick walls. It was cool believe it or not.

Old hang out

The photo above is a recent snap I took while visiting my hometown. The shelter didn't look like that when our crew held court there. It used to be solid breezeblock with a tin, corrugated roof. Inside the shelter was a 5" thick stone marble bench that would numb your behind in the winter, and a light with tough perspex casing which allowed us to count our cigarettes and scrawl a few more lines of graffiti on the wall.
Around the back of this legendary shelter was the 'toilet', if the weather was okay. If not we used to relieve ourselves against the inside wall so that the urine would pool under the bench and wash away the cigarette butts and bottle tops. You can get a fair idea of the 'unique' aroma that lingered when the lager was in full flow.
This is where we kept tabs on the gossip and goings on of the town. People gettingvoff the train from Cardiff, Swansea or Llanelli must have thought they were stepping into a kind of modern Wild West, getting welcomed by lager louts. But there was never trouble, we kept our minds on new heavy metal records and where the best magic mushroom spots were that year.
That area unofficially belonged to us and anyone wanting to catch a train to Kidwelly or Carmarthen usually waited under the old footbridge (where I took the above photo from.) We smoked there, drank, talked, went with girls, made our mark on the walls and occasionaly ran across the railtrack in a mad dash to look brave before an oncoming train. Whenever I look at the station either visiting or in pictures, I am always nearly drowned by the wonderful memories.

Barrie's Plaice

The most famous fish & chip shop in Burry Port has to be Barrie's Plaice (or simply 'Barrie's' to locals.) Why I have deemed it important enough to mention to the blogging world? Because the shop is at the heart of the town and its a prime example of how small towns like this work and play. Barrie's isn't just a place to get delicious eats; here you can share gossip and find out what everyones is doing, from new jobs to new babies. Its an extension of the pubs if you will.
I have some nice memories from this special chippy (fish & chip shop for overseas readers.) Barrie's Plaice was where I had my first ever turkey burger in 1987. Remember, food before the eighties was quite regular and dare I say boring if you happened to live in a tiny fishing village in West Wales. Until the neon lit decade, diets consisted of sunday dinners, cheese/beans on toast and chips. Things like Chinese and Indian takeaways were unheard of, as were battered beefburgers and pineapple fritters, so when the humble turkey burger arrived on the culinary scene it felt quite exciting. (Sounds weird to type that in 2010!)


Barrie's Plaice

Three of us schoolfriends went to Barrie's chippy and we bought a turkey burger in a bun each, topped off with tomato ketchup. I remember biting into it and immediately thinking, 'hell this is lovely!' Almost wanting another one there and then. Of course food critics would say it was the dawn of junk food but for three young pals it was a Heavenly sandwich.
Another nice thing about the chip shop is it is on the same street as not one but three pubs; The Hope & Anchor, The Portobello and The George. So after a night of song and ale what better way to end than rissole and chips fresh from Barries? Or even better a beef burger as those are delicious and he never scrimps with the onions.
Little things about the chip shop also stick in my mind, like the wooden seat that is buy the large plate glass window. I say 'seat' as everyone used to sit on it whilst waiting for fish suppers but in fact I think it was a cover of sorts to hide away electic circuits or something. Neverthless, it was a seat to us customers and Barrie didn't mind at all.
Which brings me nicely to the owners themselves; Barrie and Ann. Wonderful people and Barrie always used to have an impromptu song to belt out when you were in there. (he was a drummer in a band in times past.) And good at cracking jokes too. It wasn't simply food you got inside, you had a mini cabaret. This is why I will always choose village eateries over giant restraunt chains because once you enter one of those you become anonymous, just another customer.
So there you go; Barrie's Plaice, one of THE best fish & chips shops in Wales and if you ever find yourself in Burry Port, do yourself a big favour and stop by. All the food is great but my personal favourites will always be the pies and beefburgers. Stunning, thats all there is to it. You might even get a song too.