Hollauwy chapel, where we would go for a special treat to the 5 hour service.
Pont Y Pants, my birthplace, South Wales. Luverly!
 
My Great Great Grandma, reading from the Red Book of Bad Things. Which was just about everything, as I recall. Smoke would frequently rise from her hat when condemning sins of the flesh!     Myself, aged 17     Blodwyn, my young bride. She always was a one for saucy outfits. (Seperate beds, now look you, mind!)
 
My brother brought great shame on us when he was exposed as the 'Conwy Flasher'.     Shamed, I set of for London to atone for our sins by the heinous penance of trying to learn leg-spin bowling, the Devil's own wrist work, after the age of 30!