Around 1949 he did his rounds of Anglesey with his stick and a sack on his shoulder. When he came round Llanddeusant it wasn't that often - about 6 times a year - he had his port of calls.
He'd get two eggs in Plas Newydd then walk to our house where my mother boiled them for him and give him three slices of bread and butter. She'd brew tea for him in the old National Health dried milk tin.
Also, I remember PC Pritchard from Bodedern trying to get him to sign the census form. I can tell you that was job and a half.
He was a quiet sort of a man, very cheeky but he had to survive same as any human being.
Last time I saw him was around 1962. Where did he come from? Where did he go? I dont know.
Fond memories but sad to think that I dont know his beginning or his ending. It's a legend untold