Our childhood home in the village of Pentrefelin.
Soon after the year of my birth 1940, my mother and I were evacuated into the safety of rural Snowdonia. So, it was that I came to be raised in this beautiful part of Wales. We swam in the River Glaslyn, gathered tiddlers in jam jars in the pristine waters of that tumbling, white water river near Beddgelert.
Following the end of the war, my father grew vegetables, kept pigs, turkeys and chickens. Boys from the village brought salmon or rabbits to the back door for a few pennies.
