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Lets not leave out the valued customers...including the Felixstowe Windsurfers Club... below is a view of the new club house 1986 and the club president (me)... Carlsberg/Mistral Event 1986............where are you all now
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| E- Mail Received November 2006.....great
memories....Thanks I came across your (moonlight blue) website when looking for some information on the Cavendish Hotel on the seafront at Felixstowe. My youngest son had visited the site (actual, not web) when he visited in 1990 and brought me back a picture of an empty square surrounded by the old brick wall next to the fun park. I read with interest the strange goings-on of 1986 and 1987 (your pictures). I was in the RAF at Wattisham and my wife and young family lived in Felixstowe (initially Maidstone Road and later Cobbold Road). Each evening after work at Wattisham and at weekends I would attend my spare time job as a barman at the Cavendish Hotel. Oh happy days! What more could you ask for when your days were full of fighter jets like Hunters, Javelins, Lightning's (real TOYS for the big BOYS) - and your evenings were spent in the Saloon Bar at the Cavendish. I worked at the Cavendish in 1962 and 1963. The saloon bar was MINE! I also worked in the Public when someone needed to be persuaded to leave the premises (Usually the same ones - there was never any trouble - not REAL trouble anyway). I also worked in the posh (Lounge) usually on Saturday nights when the local gentry came in and had a meal. But the best trips of all were when the Licensed Victualler's Association had their regular meetings (and they were held at the Cavendish every time) and we had to cater for an all night stoush! Boy, could those landlords go off when they're away from home. In those days the landlord was a large man name Russell (something). I'm really sorry I cannot do him the honour of remembering his surname. Russell and his wife were absolutely magic people. Most of the barmen were RAF from Wattisham or Felixstowe and Russell treated us like family. Indeed Christmas at the Cavendish included a sit-down dinner for all the staff and their families and nothing was spared. The best beer, the best spirits, and the best (I'd never heard of it before that night) vintage port. I could go on, I'm sorry. I don't know who to thank for some of the best times of my life. We daily lived in a dangerous world and went to work in it (I'm talking here about the Cold War, which for any of us serving men was pretty damned hot!). But at night (and weekends), there was the Cav and its denizens. Alastair Macdonald |
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The
winged chariot of time holds no dominion here in the heart of
Pembrokeshire |