We have just had three sunshiny and very happy days in Porthcawl, the town where I was born and lived till I left to become a nurse in 1960.
We stayed with my mother's cousin, so she is my first cousin once removed.
She lives in a small town 4 miles from Porthcawl.
When we were young we saw quite a bit of each other, as like me her mother had died when she was a baby, so she came a lot to our house; my gran was her aunty.
We spent a lot of these last few days remembering of how things were when we were growing up. I can remember when she said she could help me with my knitting and dropped stitches so it went all holey and I went crying to my aunty who said.. don't be such a baby!! And started my knitting all over again!
She couldn't remember that, but it must have been important to me.. she has planned a huge party in October when she will be 80.. so a great big family get together.
Of course we had to have a Sidoli's ice cream and it was lush.
Nell had some too.
Such happy times.. we spent an hour before we started the 223 miles drive home, sitting drinking coffee on the prom and looking at the sea, me dreaming of living back in Wales. But I probably never will, here is home now.