One of my most vivid memories as a child growing up in Abergavenny in the 1940s is of Pen-y-val Asylum which towered the other side of the River Gavenny at the bottom of our street. The tall windows were all barred, and there was a high retaining wall. From a neighbour’s front garden it was […]
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