Go on a 1950s’ jaunt to Hayling for your holiday

A 1958 Advert for the Royal Hotel, Hayling Island
A 1958 Advert for the Royal Hotel, Hayling Island
Super parents Cora and Gerry Watson

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Hotel prices in England seem to go sky-high in the holiday season.

But things were a little different in 1958 – you could have a week at the Royal Hotel on Hayling Island for just over seven quid.

In those days guineas, equivalent to £1.05, was the language of money, so punters paid seven-and-a-half guineas for their dream holiday, which was expensive for the time.

The advert, seen on the right, says you could be there in two hours from London on a fast electric train.

There is no mention of changing at Havant for the steam-hauled Hayling Billy.

Pictured is an image of the hotel and its oak-panelled smoking room. Imagine advertising that today? You’d be out of the door quicker than you could say ‘cigarette’.

The advert states the seafront has miles of golden sands, which have now been covered in tons of shingle to prevent flooding.

Central heating and lock-up garages were just two of the mod-cons the Royal Hotel boasted, and they must have done well as it only opened from June to September.

Last Monday’s photograph of an unknown ship leaving Portsmouth Harbour, seen below on the right, created some discussion and thanks to everyone who responded.

It was suggested that she was the Implacable, Fouydroyant and even HMS Victory being moved to the dry dock

The mystery has been solved, thanks to Dave Carson and professional artist Colin Baxter – she was HMS St Vincent, taken around 1906 on her way to be scrapped in Cornwall.

Om the oppsosite page is a picture of a shell hole in Newfoundland Park on the Somme.

It is 96 years after the end of the First World War, but many artefacts from the conflict are still being recovered. Most of the materials are uncovered by farmers ploughing their fields.

Now and again the remains of a soldier come to light which are buried in a modern cemetery.

Barbed wire, picket posts and old railway lines are dumped ready for collection.

Even unexploded shells come to light, and they are placed on designated corners for ordnance men to destroy.