Harry sat on a stone wall at the side of the river Lyn, remembering the first time he had sat here. It had been August 1952, just before the devastating floods. That was over half a century ago, when he was on honeymoon with his beloved wife, Sally.
Harry sat on a stone wall at the side of the river Lyn, remembering the first time he had sat here. It had been August 1952, just before the devastating floods. That was over half a century ago, when he was on honeymoon with his beloved wife, Sally.