Me and Harry Potter

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Me and Harry Potter

I recently experienced a massive flash back to my childhood.

I have taken it upon myself to read the Harry Potter books. I know I am rather late to the party but couldn’t let life tick by without reading this great literature phenomenon of recent years.

Having purchased the first  two books from the ‘Pottermore’ official website for my Kindle (not into pillaging music, films or literature) I settled down on holiday to indulge in some wizardry (in between easy holiday chick -lit).

This extraordinary flashback was conjured up by the realisation that Harry spent his early years, under the jurisdiction  of his despicable aunt and uncle, in a room under the stairs.

Harry Potter in the cupboard under the stairs

Harry Potter in the cupboard under the stairs

You see, I too spent the summers of my early childhood under the stairs

I don’t have a picture but it looked something like this

Under the stairs

Under the stairs

And I didn’t even have a door.  I had a curtain.

Now before someone notifies the  NSPCC, I loved my room under the stairs.

In the late 1970’s, early 1980’s, days when only the  rich or  boho spent their holidays aboard, my parents ran a 12 bedroom seaside hotel in Llandudno, North Wales.

Wyngarth Hotel, Llandudno

Wyngarth Hotel, Llandudno

Hotel rooms at the seaside were booked up months in advance. Every available bedroom at the hotel was a premium space from which to make money to even out the lean winter period when most hotels like ours closed down. So it came to pass that for a few summers, at the peak of the season, I was made up a bed under the stairs.

My father lined one side of the under stairs space with shelves on which to keep all my precious books. I had a strip light by which to read and a sleeping bag on a thin camping mattress laid out on the floor. It sounds horrific, but I don’t remember it that way.

The stairs, under which my bed was made, led from the first floor (dining room and lounge area) to the very popular cellar bar. I remember the thud, thud of visitors tramping down the stairs in anticipation of another holiday evening after their routine post diner walk along the promenade.

I was lulled to sleep by the tracks of Abba, Kate Bush, Phil Collins and various compilation albums of the  early 1980s –  Chart Hits 1981, Raiders of the Pop Charts, Now Thats What I Call Music I, II & III, belting out of the cassette player above the bar optics.

Now Thats What I Call Music I

Now Thats What I Call Music I

Raiders of the Pop Charts

It has crossed my mind recently if my parents ever mentioned the sleeping arrangements in conversations with their friends. What would they have thought?

Love, Lucie xx

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  1. Better late than never when it comes to Harry Potter.

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  2. I read the first book and that sufficed! Still, whatever gets kids reading (not to mention some adults) is a good thing. I think your little den under the stairs would have been quite exciting and going to sleep to the soundtrack of the 80s must have been great – I’ve just looked up the track lists for the first three NTWICM albums (I must get a life!) and there are hardly any duff tracks on them. I bet you know all the words!

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  3. I would have loved your under stairs room too! Sounds so cozy! Enjoy your Potter-fest.

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  4. You’ll never believe this, but I’ve taken to the Harry Potter books too! I’m reading them in order and am now reading Order of the Phoenix. When a new book came out I would give it to my nephew for various occasions like birthdays and Christmas, so the collection is there for the borrowing.

    As for the cupboard under the stairs, I agree with Sue ~ it sounds delightfully cozy! What has become of that seaside hotel? Is it still in operation?

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  5. Wow, my Grandparents owned Wyngarth in the 1950’s. I lived there for the first couple of years of my life

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    • Spooky! We were there from when I was about 5 until I was 15. I went to St George’s school, just up the road. And then I got a scholarship,to Penrhos in Colwyn Bay. Are you still in Llandudno?

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