Wales - Not just coal mines and singing
I have been to Wales quite a few times back in the 1980s, once for a camping hoilday, which was great fun, and the rest to parties at my aunties.The wonderful scenery of mountains and hills, and the pleasure of seeing Sheep roaming all over the roads out in the country is really cool. The first time I ever went to Wales was back in 1980.I got invited by this middle aged woman that I worked with called Doris and her husband John.They picked me up on the Saturday morning,I was quite excited,I was 19 years old and had never been camping before.We went in Johns metallic baby blue Ford Capri and the drive there was great,especially the thrill of going over the 'Seven bridge'.I can still remember the little houses sitting just below the old slag heaps from the old mines,they looked kind of sad and spooky,but kind of small and sweet too.We were heading towards a place in Gower called Oxwich...
