Happy Happy Days.
A Memory of Bodfari.
I remember my swing in the front garden, and the Christmas tree was so tall we used to have to go on the second floor to put the fairy on top of the tree. Mum, every year, walking my brothers and myself up the hill at the back of the house to sit on a huge rock, and the daffodils growing everywhere, so many happy days.
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