Years ago Mum and Dad and I went to a funeral in Anglesey, I was living in the midlands at the time and I met up with them and my sister in Dolgellau and we all travelled together. Dad wanted to make a detour to see this church and I was reminded of holidays in my youth where six of us travelled in a Hillman Minx, the four of us children spotting things in our I-Spy books while Mum and Dad were busy spotting churches. We must have visited three a day and, lets put it this way, we didn't get as much out of it as they did. But this time I was a grown-up and Dad's explanations now meant more to me. As a small village church it can certainly be called grand, and very unusual.
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You may be wondering whether I convinced myself that I should buy a new bike, well I must confess that the answer is in the affirmative, and it is superb!!