Stephen, Eddy and I were migrants, borne from a mix of races thrown into the melting pot of South Wales. Our grandparents had, for the most part, been escaping agricultural poverty. The mines and steelworks provided secure, albeit dangerous, employment; and organised labour gave birth to a political movement which changed the social fabric of … Continue reading Journey by Bike: Geometry Lessons
The trip to Porthcawl was punctuated by stops. Chief amongst them was a chip-shop in Talbot Green . . .
"Porthcawl . . . let's go to Porthcawl." Stephen was the only one of us with a 'proper' bike . . .