Rhondda

My Dad was born in the Rhondda Valley… in a little place called Cwmparc. And we used to visit my grandparents there every Sunday. And I felt so at home there. The rolling mountains, the babbling brooks, the friendly people… it sounds so clichéd but it was like a dream come true… nature at its best… and me stood on the top of the Bwlch mountain… looking down into the valley… blown around by the strong winds… feeling like I ruled the earth! Everything was clear for a split second… but that second seemed to last forever.