An Indian Summer day Trip

11 Oct
Maenan Abbey Hotel , Aberconwy
Around 50 years ago, yes fifty ! My young friends and I wished to emulate the more mature lads at school who were members of cycling clubs. They boasted of 100 mile round trips in a day on their lightweight, 10 speed racers. So, we got together on a dry, warm and sunny day and rode the 50 miles or so from Stoke-on-Trent to Llangollen. This week, on Tuesday, I re-ran that trip and more in the Kampa. I actually went to see one of my surviving friends from that cycle trip, now acting as a carer for his delightful wife in Llandudno.
This wasn’t us but it is of the period.
When we got to Llangollen, this particular friend declared that his rear wheel was buckled and his rear brake was coming on at each revolution. We had few tools and he had to endure the ride home fighting against the extra resistance. He was exhausted when we got home.
Llanrwst on the A470
This time was far more relaxing. I was alone as my wife had a cold virus which we did not want to pass onto my mate’s wife. I set off early and the light traffic, beautiful weather and blue skies made for a dream journey. I pulled up a couple of times to use the onboard facilities and for a light lunch just north of Llangollen. At Betwys Y Coed , I took the A470 through the delightful market town of Llanrwst. When I got to my mate’s , over a tasty Latte, he gave a gift of his late father’s Air Crew Association tie pin. A massive honour for me, priceless in fact. I had massive respect for his dad, who was a Navigator on Lancaster Bombers in WW II. He flew many, many missions, defying all the odds and surviving. What a superb gift for me to treasure !!! I was deeply moved.

One Response to “An Indian Summer day Trip”

  1. jonathan smith November 13, 2018 at 9:08 am #

    Many years ago I was privileged to meet Major General Hilton. In conversation he told us he was a navigator in a Bristol fighter in World War 1. He flew in a squadron that engaged the one the Red Baron (Baron Richthofen) flew in.When he was killed they flew over his aerodrome and dropped wreaths. A fascinating man.
    I also met many years ago Sir George Wade, a local businessman. He was an officer in the machine gun corps in World War 1.He showed us a bugle with a bullet hole in it he took from the hand of a dead French bugler who had just sounded the charge to go over the top. The bullet had killed him. He carried on to sound the charge with the bugle.
    We have been so fortunate in our lives not to have witnessed a major conflict or had to take part in it.

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