Year: 1957 I was fortunate enough to have spent a holiday at "Brynawelon", Criccieth in the mid 50's. I stayed with my Aunt and Uncle who rented a cottage in the grounds. My Aunt introduced me to Sosia {Soshia} who was the Polish housekeeper's daughter - we were inseparable. We would slide down the highly polished wooden bannister in the main hallway, onto a lion skin, {I was horrified!} We hopped and skipped and jumped the days away and all too soon it was time to say goodbye. I remember our traumatic parting as if it was yesterday, my Aunt turned to my Mother and said "parting is such sweet sorrow". I often think of the delightful girl with the smile that would melt your heart, and wonder where she is and if she remembers me.