5/5 Peter J. 2 years ago on Google
Awoke
this
morning
to
such
a
warm
and
sunny
day
that
I
decided
to
take
a
leisurely
stroll
from
my
home
in
New
Inn
to
Pontypool
park
and
remember
many
happy
hours
spent
there
in
my
childhood
some
eighty
years
ago.
The
park
looked
lovely,
green
and
verdant
and
pristine
without
a
scrap
of
discarded
rubbish
to
be
seen
and
in
these
early
hours,
apart
from
the
occasional
dog
walker
I
had
it
to
myself.
I
recalled
as
a
child
climbing
to
the
Grotto
and
entering
to
gaze
at
the
shells
lining
the
interior
walls
so,
although
it
is
a
stiff
climb
I
decided
to
attempt
to
visit
it
one
last
time.
The
views
from
the
summit
of
our
valley
spread
out
below
were
so
crisp
and
clear
that
I
could
easily
pick
out
the
areas
where
I
had
once
lived,
from
the
mountain
sheltering
the
Garn
and
Talywain
to
Trevethin
on
my
right
and
Pontypool
itself
spread
out
below
and
swivelling
on
my
heels
to
gaze
down
on
Pontnewydd
and
my
final
destination
of
New
Inn.
The
sun
was
warming
the
air
now
but
there
was
just
a
hint
of
a
breeze
to
cool
me
down
so
I
decided
to
see
if
I
could
make
my
way
to
the
Folly
tower.
I
hadn't
realised
the
extent
of
the
walk
between
Grotto
and
Folly,
with
occasional
glimpses
of
the
tower
encouraging
me
on
but
seemingly
receding
into
the
distance
the
more
I
walked
towards
it
but
eventually
I
arrived
and
to
say
it
was
worth
the
effort
would
be
a
massive
understatement.
The
views
from
the
tower
are
truly
spectacular
from
every
point
of
the
compass
drifting
greenly
away
to
a
hazy
blue
horizon
and
I
felt
grateful
to
witness
it.
The
walk
back
down
to
the
park
seemed
much
quicker
than
the
walk
up
and
now
there
were
many
more
people
about,
adults
children
and
dogs
enjoying
this
superb
facility
right
on
our
doorstep
which
is
Pontypool
Park.
A
delightful
experience!
