 Low tide, high hills . . .the Mawddach River at Barmouth, Wales |
Romance brought us lads tripping to Barmouth, one of North Wales’ 1001 scenic spots. It’s not Valentine’s Day-type romantic excess. More a quintet on a quest – five chaps confirming yet again that, yes, our yesterdays are a uniting force. It’s a little bit romantic, I think, to be thus adding another link to the chain that connects us.
On the fringe of Snowdonia, it was grey hair and grins. We had all been in grey shorts and long socks on starting at Brighton, Hove and Sussex Grammar School in the summer of 1959. That first day was extremely warm for September, one of us recalls. Fifty-six years on it was not exactly sweltering in the last days of September 2015. It was balmy, sort of. Sunny, definitely. Stroll-friendly. Months before this muster I had been warned that the west coast of Wales could be wet and windy. As someone who has lived in Wales, I know all about that. A howling gale and rain during our stay would have been less romantic. |
