When I was maybe 9 or 10 years old I was with my friend Brian on our way back from "The Cut", a stream a couple of miles from home,where we'd probably been trying in vain to catch a fish.
Nearing Snowball Hill,where we'd walk back down to our village,an Austin 7 car pulled alongside in which there was the driver,his wife I assume and a couple of kids.He wound the window down and said in a broad Welsh accent "Do you know which way we need to go to get to Wales!?....I was completely the wrong person to ask for directions...I STILL get lost even if near home!....as he spoke I noticed some hills on the horizon and said "it's that way" pointing him towards Snowball Hill and  we watched as he drove and bounced down this stony,uneven lane mistakenly thing he was on his way home.......

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