"Off to Wales we eagerly headed, good mates the three of us, arriving at the Pier Head from Kirkby, on a green corporation bus. Our destination still unknown, as across the Mersey we set sail, disembarked the ferry at Birkenhead, the wind was blowing a gale. "Let's make our way along the North Wales coast," ...a suggestion we did all agree, but not really knowing where we'd sleep that night...so let's just wait and see. We found our way to Llandudno, as daylight was getting thin, and while fooling around at the foot of the Orme,..we didn't see the tide come in. We began our climb up the face of the cliff, to reach safety from the sea, but trying to climb in my leather sole shoes, it was a scary struggle for me. Eventually it was time to bed down for the night....two sleeping bags between us three, it was a toss of a coin to win a coveted bed....alas no luck for me!" Up early next morning, after a freezing cold night, it was time to be on our way, further along the coast we steadily walked...in Rhyl we'd spend our day. It was the summer of 1966, I'd just turned seventeen in the spring, it felt so good way back in the 60s....with the freedom to do our own thing. We hung around the fairground, good music was booming, and Rhyl was glowing with light..., time seemed to pass so quickly, very soon it was well into the night. We decided to sleep in a promenade shelter....yeah, it was my turn for a bag as my bed....as I slept, suddenly I was awoken...with a policemans gloved hand exploding my head!...."You scum are not wanted around here!"..he roared right into my face, he didn't have tell us twice, we were up, and quickly out of that place! So now our Welsh adventure was over, and home we would eventually head, I couldn't wait to get back home to Kirkby, and sleep for a week...in my own lovely warm bed."