A couple of years ago, my two sisters and I went on a road trip…a real Thelma and Louise plus 1…we went back to Wales where we grew up. We hadn’t been back to the village since at least 20 years…WOW! It was a real shock….not that things had changed so much but that everything looked so much smaller and I must admit after decades of living in Paris and London it did look a little drab.
Here are a couple of photos that we took, as we approached we could see The Black Mountains in the distance…. you can only begin to imagine all the memories that came flooding back, the stories we had to tell, the car was full of chatter and laughter.
On the way to the village we called by our old school, I actually felt very nervous seeing it, even as an adult. It wasn’t one of the happiest periods of my life! I hated my teenage years!
We then entered the village and here is the Town Hall which used to house the youth club.
This used to be the corner shop, now it’s the Tourist Information Office! I believe this is the oldest building in the village and dates back possibly to the 14th century.
This next photo saddened me though, this was our infants school and it looked so forlorn and yet it has a perfectly good roof on it…to think of all the squeals of laughter and fun that took place here by so many children. I have very good memories of this place, lovely teachers, playtimes full of games, little bottles of milk with straws and PE which we did indoors (in vest and thick felt black knicker/shorts, with little black pumps), listening to the wireless!!! (Yes I’m that old!!)
Mum always used to say not to return to places from your past because they are always a disappointment, I don’t necessarily agree, it wasn’t a disappointment, it was very interesting and above all, we three sisters, enjoyed being together and we had a great day. I think it’s time we planned another trip…..but where? We must get our thinking caps on….
Sisters….if you’re reading this……”Any ideas? Let’s leave the husbands for a while and go on another road trip!!!”