The mumbling loner....

by John W
(Pentre Berw)

Yes it seems that we all appeared to have been about 5 to 10 years old when Washi was drifting by our homes in the fifties.

Somehow he reflects an image of our own determined movement into the selfish world of materialistic world we strive for so much.
How different it all felt when he called at the farm of Penybryn, Llaneilian where he would be given some hot food and drink and then helped to settle down for the night in the horses stable.

Often wondered what reaction or response one would get if in that situation today.

His mutterings on his travels in the parish will stick in my mind for the rest of days.