Before the days of motoring the ferry was the quickest way for workers to get across to Black Scar, then Llansteffan and on to Ferryside and beyond. It's still great out on the water. Dylan arrived here 1934, and people wanting to cross would ring the bell at Bell Cottage opposite. If the tide was out you were piggy-backed across the muddy slopes. It was once two buildings: the house and the Ferry Inn. The pub was so tucked away it served on a Sunday; illegal as the county was 'dry'. Dylan spoke of, '...the speakeasy across the water.' A man drowned here in the early 1800s in Bunny Saer's pool... or was it Buenos Aries pool?! One theory is that the victim was a Mr Saer; another that it was named after the Argentinian trading ships that moored near here. Ferry House was demolished illegally c.2000, and has remained an eyesore ever since.
The Roberts family lived here for decades. There were three brothers: Jack the eldest who rowed boat and stayed at home; Nar, a gardener and labourer who tended fishing nets; and Dai, a friendly chap, who went round Laugharne and St. Clears with homemade wicker panniers of fish. There was also a crippled sister Bella, and her 'deaf and dumb' son, Booda. He was a well-known figure around Laugharne and became a friend of the Thomases. In 1953 he was accused of murder. Sadly, after being acquitted there was no-one left to look after him and he died in a home. Kitty John, now 74 and a relative, remembers that her father did the Roberts' books as they couldn't read or write - 'Every Sunday we'd go to Ferry House. I wouldn't let my dad go alone coz of the dark! One lamp; Bella in bed; all the men smoking pipes.'
Then - Ferry House & Ferry Inn
Now - demolished with Boathouse on left
Ferry House from the estuary
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