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IT was a lovely cloudless day last Tuesday as I walked to Conwy. The weather has been disappointing for the last couple of weeks with a cold wind more suited to March than June and although the wind was still keen, the sun was warm on my back as walked along the side of the Gyffin stream.
Below the tall nettles and flowering grasses, the water was as shallow as a wartime bath but the banks were full of cow parsley and blush-pink dog roses and an occasional blue eye of speedwell peeping through the undergrowth. We could all do with a summer like 1976 when we had weeks of unbroken sunshine. I was working in Hotpoint data department at the time with two girls called Rita and Allison; we were all in our 20s and full of fun and were certainly a handful for Dennis - our poor long-suffering boss. It was the year I moved to Conwy with my daughters who were only little then and during the holidays we spent day after day down on Morfa beach paddling in the sea and looking for shells and coloured pebbles, which we brought home and put on the bathroom windowsill. It was so nice to be able to plan ahead knowing that the sun would keep shining.See the full content of this document
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Dorinda Mccann
There are only two other summers that stick in my mind as being exceptional, 1959 an...
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