Tag Archives: Ruthin

Sweet Sixteen 21/1

At sixteen I was so full of doing my O levels, of getting my exams, that I don’t think I had time to think what I wanted my life to be. On reflection, I wonder if part of that is the consequence of being a navy brat. Of always moving, never being in the same […]

Teacher’s Pet 8/1

Roger Edwards, my history teacher at Brynhyfryd, had the most profound effect on me. Until that day when he did something amazing, I hated school with a passion. I was an untidy, disorganised child in a time before aspergers, dyslexia, and their ilk were understood and indentified. I was thick. A strange education nomina for […]