I grew up in the cuds. My dad was RAF Mountain Rescue (22 squadron out of Valley/St Athan) but didn't do much with my brother and I. Always promised a lot but delivered little. Occasional trips to reay random locations in Snowdonia but not ry taught us anything. Shame. Only just getting the relationship back on track after 18 odd years.
Basically I mucked around on my own or local farm lads. My Grandfather was a wealth of knowledge though. When he visited we'd forage for fruit, mushrooms etc and make cordage and stuff.
Basically I mucked around on my own or local farm lads. My Grandfather was a wealth of knowledge though. When he visited we'd forage for fruit, mushrooms etc and make cordage and stuff.
