Level Crossing

A Memory of Penrhyndeudraeth.

I spent many a summer at this level crossing as my grandmother, Kate Griffiths, lived in the house at the far end of the terrace. In fact the man you can see in this photo of 1965 standing in his garden is my grandfather, Owen Griffiths. It always brings back memories of childhood with me and my brother helping to open and shut the gates every time the train came. We used to be able to name all the engines from a distance before they went past. I visited the crossing again whilst on holiday this year (Aug 2013) and it still looked the same.