Manchester born, Welsh by adoption ...
During most of my childhood ( specially the war years 1939 - 45) and young teen years most family holidays were spent in Lancashire, Wiltshire, Derbyshire, Devon, Cornwall, and North Wales with a few visits to the Lake District. With annual day trips on the ferry from Fleetwood to the Isle of Man.
My father loved North Wales and Snowdonia and took us there at every possible opportunity - sometimes just for long days out.
South Wales and the even less well known - “Mid Wales” were mostly new to me until I left home to go as a student to Cardiff.
It is without doubt a land of well hidden secrets with far more to offer than most people who head only for Snowdonia, the castles of north Wales and its coast realise.
After years as a student and then working in Cardiff, the Capital City of Wales, and in the industrial valleys of the Rhondda and Merthyr Tydfil, and Swansea and the Gower coast, I retired to a Market town in Monmouthshire. Abergavenny was a place I had got to know well. It was also a town my husband knew well having been born and brought up in Monmouthshire