My abiding memory of Gwyn, my cousin, was our happy and carefree childhood growing up next door in Pen -y Bac. Just down the lane, past our water well, lived the head of our family, Mangu, together with Uncle Robert, Auntie Winnie, Heddwyn and Hannah. Mangu also had a Losin (Sweet)  shop which we all visited as oftern as our pocket money would allow.

Every August we would look forward to a hoard of Aunties, Uncles and Cousins making their annual summer holiday (the miners fortnight) trek from Tumble to St Ishmaels. They all stayed on the Burrrows next to Mangu's house in their various forms of accommodation, one of which was a converted double decker bus! Mangu, an amazing woman, was always at the helm of our family, our community.

As children, we all played together on those Burroughs and memories of our time together I will always treasure. Over time, Gywn and I moved to pastures new but we were always drawn back to our birth place St Ishmaels.

At the age of 17, I began my nurse training in London and Gwyn and Jen lived in Grays Essex.  I often spent my days off with them and they always made me feel so welcome. 

When my dear Mum came to live with us in Hertfordshire, Gwyn always made the effort to come by public transport and see her.

I felt that Gwyn and I had a special bond and I am so glad I was able to have a chat with him on his birthday 12th September.

Rest in peace Gwyn.