Efail Bach

It must have been early 1952 when I was six, that Uncle Emlyn (Mum’s brother) and Auntie Lu announced to us that they were buying a cottage in Wales, and that of course we were all welcome to come and have summer holidays there.

That’s how we first heard of “Efail Bach” (the little smithy) which was our holiday destination as children for many years running, from then until 1956. I think we were always there for a fortnight as the journey there and back was such an ordeal by public transport it was hardly worth going for less time than that.

I’ve split the story of Efail Bach into three and they’ll appear here slowly.