Llanuwchllyn

A Memory of Llanuwchllyn.

Mums family are from the village, I have wonderful memories of staying with my grandmother at Aran Lane, which is at the bottom of the street on the right. On hearing a train, I used to rush out into the main road to see the train going over the railway bridge. My great uncle Tex had the butchers shop in the village, but spent most of his time in my grandmothers house drinking cups of tea. There was also my great uncle John, who used to ride about on a bike that had a creaky chain. He refused to oil it as he felt people knew he was coming, when they heard his bike!