Seawall at Nash

- Kath Johnson

We used to go down by the seawall at Nash and you could watch the ships come in down there look, you’d be watching the ships come into the dock. And then we used to have a ride sometimes on our bikes. You were never took shopping with your mam in those days and to see the shops when I was about 13 we used to go over the transporter bridge, peddle our bikes up the main street of the town…peddle our bikes to where the transporter bridge is and we went across on the transporter bridge, peddle our bikes up town, looking through the shop windows and then come along Chepstow Road, turn off at the cross hands and peddle home. And that was not every week, only in the summer. You’d see lovely shoes, you’d see everything you know. 

Llanwern – it was terrible for us along here because the lorries with all the shale and all that. And it wasn’t safe to go out on the roads really because they would be coming that fast. They’d be in the hedges they’d be everywhere. And you didn’t want to go into Newport because there was only one bridge then look, which was the old bridge, so you would be queuing way down Corporation Road or Chepstow road because the lorries took over. And then you had a camp up the road here with all the Irish men. You know where NRW is now, well just up the road there coming towards me on the left-hand side there was a hostel there, there was even a church they put there for the Irish men. They were nearly all Irish. They were the main ones on the steel works. They’d go to a town on a Friday night come home all drunk and the priests would be collecting them up! You’d never be on that road on a Saturday because they’d be all over the road! And the priest would be collecting them up and taking them in.