21 October 1966

My Dad knew families in Aberfan.

I was living an idyllic childhood in Malta but knew about Aberfan. When we returned to the UK, Dad took us to Aberfan and showed us the row of white graves on the hillside.

It has stayed with me all my life and I think about it every time I go to Merthyr Tydfil.

In a box in my attic, I have  1966 Aberfan/Merthyr Tydfil newspapers, posted to Dad in Malta from his family in Wales. Dad kept the papers on a shelf in his wardrobe. They were there every time you opened the wardrobe door. I didn't look at or touch then until after his death last year.

Heartbreaking.