Ahh footless crow, plugging me back into the psyche of North Wales.
Days spent in the Devils kitchen, nights in Carebethlan Terrace, weeks of childhood reading Victor comic in Minfford, well thumbed Asterix books arriving by post, walks from the top of High Street in Rachub, the feel of red climbing rope through my trembling hands, Penny's cackle of laughter, Will's morose teenage mumblings, sphincter loosening trips through Croseor, annoyment at others who can't rig for toffee, frustration at not being able to abb into the lost world, Nikki Yip's laughter in Deganway......... the list goes on and on!
Nice photos by the way!!
Better to regret something you have done - than to regret something you have not done.