Coppers Hill
A Memory of Garndiffaith.
When it snowed, it snowed. Fondest memories were sliding down Coppers hill on old cardboard or playing in the old ramping cat walks and camping up the mountain, wimberry picking and knockout ginger in the avenue.
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