We used to scrabble cartridge shells and bullets out of the sand dune behind my aunties' bungalow in the 1950s and 60s. I've still got some. The fish and chip shop and bakery on the warren were brilliant. Fish and chips and warm fresh bread with salty welsh butter at the end of a great day on the beach and in the dunes was a joy. I can still taste it. And the sandy salt in the air. It was paradise.
