The day visit was over and no more was said of it, not a mention of them again, almost like they never even came at all.

Back to the norm then, i was learning welsh, even though i was still behind in the classroom i was picking up more and more. Still no friends to go playing with after school, it was either straight back to grandmothers or the bus back to the caravan. I must admit i preferred the caravan as my grandmothers brother gave me the creeps, always trying to give you a kiss and saying come here. A horrible creepy man and like i have said before the features of Albert Steptoe. I spent most of the time hiding or trying my best to get outside to play to be away from him. Once in the car with my father he passed him on the side of the road as apparently he would beg for change from passers by on the only one road in and out of Corris. My father was talking to him and he spotted me in the back in the dark and was trying to grab me from inside the car saying give us a kiss, my dad was laughing as he thought it was funny i was terrified of the dirty old man. Life apart from that i suppose wasn’t that bad, but some things were made worse by the oncoming winter and the cold it brings. It get gets real cold in the mountains of North Wales especially if you have to bath in a rock pool when not at the grandmothers, did i forget to mention there was no shower or toilet in the caravan. don’t forget this wasn’t a haven holiday park, no fancy club house, electric or hot running water apart from what you boiled. Milk from under bridge of the stream , bathing in the rock pool when it was warm enough and yes the pleasure of going to the toilet with a piece of newspaper whilst hanging onto a branch of a tree while crouching over the flowing river and yes i did fall in sometimes, saves hanging on though. Oh yes the joys of caravanning and outdoor living, i felt more sorry for the dogs to be honest having to sleep out in it. I was lucky i had the blankets for the cold nights and it was cold. The first ever snow i remember seeing was in Corris and it was fantastic all the hill and tress covered white. Not the one inch of snow that seems to bring places like London to a halt these days , but masses of it , deep and soft and would last what seemed like forever, well the gritters cant get there to melt it all away, you would be lucky in the village to have any electricity if it snowed hard. It never stopped my dad though he was always up to something weather sun, rain or snow.

Up to no good mostlycorris in winter