Home again

Some of us are born, grow up and die in the one town. Others leave home and take a new path in life.

The three people in this picture are a mixture and the common denominator is North Wales.

Just to set the scene – this picture was taken on the 7th day of the 7th month of the 77th year of the last century.

July 7, 1977 – an easy date to remember even though that is not the reason Marion and I chose it for our wedding day.

For the record I am the dude in the dark glasses and Marion is the beautiful lady in the middle (well she couldn’t be the one at the other end could she?)

The third member of this happy trio, pictured in the back garden of my parents’ home in Dyserth, not far from Rhyl in North Wales, is a young man (then) called Roger Steele. We had been firm friends for 22 years by this time having first met as five-year-olds at Christ Church Primary School in Rhyl.

Rhyl was a very important part of my life for almost 18 years – and still is, even though none of my family live there any more.

The reason for starting this blog is to bring those 18 years back to life. Unfortunately I cannot bring Roger back to life because he died two years ago this month and that sad event took me back to Rhyl where he had remained all his life.

Don’t worry, it’s not all sad as can be seen from this picture. We had many good times.

The physical contact was broken when I crossed the border into England and moved south.

That was then the next part of my life began and in the five short years between 1972 and 1977 a lot happened, but that is for later.

This picture was the moment when I came home again to Wales.

I’d love to say that I’ll be back each day with a new section of the story but I never make promises I can’t be certain of keeping.

See you soon.

Flights of Fancy

Welcome to my world – the cosy nest of everybody’s favourite garden bird the chirpy robin.

This Robin is not always chirpy just as my namesake is known to be belligerent if someone invades his space.

My flights of fancy may even end up in the realms of fantasy (well other journalists do it).

In the main it will be things which catch my fancy at the time or remind me of the last 60 years or so.