Graigwen
Active member
Ah yes, the talcum powder. I had almost managed to obliterate the memory of that. Here is Mrs Trellis's account of a first visit to Llygad Llwchwr in late 1966 or early 1967:
On our first visit there we were welcomed incredibly warmly by the farmer's wife. She immediately gave us permission to cross the land and, when we asked her for a barn to change in, insisted that we use the front parlour of the farmhouse. This was complete with harp, piano, antimacassars?the full monty! A liberal dose of talcum powder eased the wet suits on and turned the front parlour into a snow-laden Santa's grotto. The conflicting fragrances of the different brands of talc was redolent of the type of establishment occurring in ports of call rather than a chapel-reared farmhouse parlour. On returning from caving there were steaming mugs of coffee and bara brith. Such halcyon days!
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On our first visit there we were welcomed incredibly warmly by the farmer's wife. She immediately gave us permission to cross the land and, when we asked her for a barn to change in, insisted that we use the front parlour of the farmhouse. This was complete with harp, piano, antimacassars?the full monty! A liberal dose of talcum powder eased the wet suits on and turned the front parlour into a snow-laden Santa's grotto. The conflicting fragrances of the different brands of talc was redolent of the type of establishment occurring in ports of call rather than a chapel-reared farmhouse parlour. On returning from caving there were steaming mugs of coffee and bara brith. Such halcyon days!
Available online at: https://www.abercavers.co.uk/thrutch/015/#h-02
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