Through the wonderful internet, namely
" Friends Reunited " web site I have got
back in touch with a number of old school
friends. This has encouraged me to revisit
old memories of my short stay down there.
They were pretty formative years though,
aged 15-18. Covered in adolescent boils, I
really did not expect to be a success with the
ladies...well girls. But because I was a novel
out-of-towner I was a hoot to all the straw
sucking , busty country wenches...and I must
say it left its mark in so many ways. I still am
a bit of a succour for a voluptuously farm clad
gel. Large jumper and wellies for me....if thats
not too revealing.
My first love down there was Freda Smedley,
a dark , petit, delicious creature who let me carry
her satchel home and often invited me in for a cup
of tea. I think she blew me out because of my lack
of interest in tea. Then Linda Rowland, Gillian
Wlosovicz , ( good Welsh name ), Lorraine Howe,
Sian Jenkins, and the moody but magnificent
Jeanette James...the butchers daughter ...meaty
gel...prime cut. All these lovely teenage distractions
have married , produced children of their own and no
doubt have found some sort of happiness without me.
But getting in touch again reminds you of that
lovely carefree innocent time when your biggest worry
was when the next big zit would surface.
All this motivated me to revisit the beauty that is
Pembrokeshire. Unbelievable. Inspirational. Magnificent.
A place I would gladly retire to. The wild glaciated coastline
facing the atlantic and the Irish sea has to be walked. I am
still touting for volunteers to join me.
Thats what Wales means to me......my undoubted roots,
and the gentle and sexual loss of innocence. Marvellous.
Over by there !
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