I remember Washi Bach from my childhood in the 1950s.
He would call at Bodedern on his travels and I remember my late Dad making a sandwich for him and fill his billycan with tea.
I also remember him doing a little dance for us at the door. Later in my teens he would come to Holyhead and sleep in an old derelict house across the road to my home in Black Bridge. Again my dad would go over to him with some tea and toast in the morning bless him.
I seem to recall my Dad saying he passed away in Caernarvonshire by the old brick works there.