Everyone remembers their first pint. Mine was a pint of sweet nutty Ansell’s Mild at the Pen y Bont pool bar and it cost me 28p. I won’t mention how old I was at the time.
Abergele being a market town had loads of pubs and each one had its own personality.
The Gwindy was a bikers’ pub.
The Harp was a farmer’s pub and drew an older crowd back in the 1970s.
The Bee had fab Welsh hymn singing every Saturday night.
After the Mormons left, The Bull became popular with Rotary and Round Table.
I didn’t drink in the Castle, but I always reckoned it was popular with Maes Canol dads.
The Hesketh, like many others, was two pubs in one – very young in the bar and much older in the lounge.
The landlords and landladies of Abergele pubs are what defined the pub and one pub that kept me coming back, time after time, is the George and Dragon, thanks to its landlords Danny and Mary.
For many years now, Danny’s been larger than life, with-a-hint-of-a-Scouse-accent, rugby supporting, fundraising Danny.
Apart from Royston :-), the George’s clientele has changed over the years: from the farmers of the 70s, the young crowd in the 80s and older drinkers in the 90s. There’s been one constant through the decades – Danny – one of Abergele’s shining stars.