There is something special about old woodlands with their hazels, gnarled oaks and that comforting musty smell. I was born in the 40s when life was free and unthreatening. We played in woods like these with old moss covered stone walls there for no apparent reason - all signs of history - but without the story.

Heather Holt continued to live in the leased family home and raised her family there but in 1959 the person who owned the house died, the house was put up for sale and her close connection with Pwlldu ceased. Well, for the time being anyway.