The Dry Hill

Over Moel Sych comes from 1932 which is towards the latter end of Charlie’s written output. But clearly he has not lost any of his enthusiasm for cycling, or writing.

Interestingly he says it is 12 years since he first rode this route to North Wales when he would have been 15-16, perhaps some 18 months before his first diary entry.

It seems to have been an eventful trip on this occasion. Eventful weather and a heart-stopping moment for Jo near the 2,700 ft summit and on the edge of the great cliff face. However, it seems that it was to be put down as just another normal incident for this trio of adventuresome cyclists cum climbers.

Regardless of the fact that Moel Sych may mean Dry Hill it seems that it was anything but on this particular outing!

Birth of a Cyclist

It is only a few days since I introduced you to Charlie’s first words. I thought that this was the earliest recollections of Charlie’s cycling exploits but now in “A Long Memory” David has turned up this charming vignette of some much earlier excursions.

As someone who was brought up in a place from which you could actually see the moors above Belmont village then I suspect that I appreciate probably more than most just what an adventure it must have been for a seven year old to go out on such a journey – and in the dark too. I know that the roads must have been very quiet in 1911 but even without modern traffic I don’t think that I would have seriously contemplated that journey at the tender age of just 7 years.

In this piece Charlie tells us that he is now fifty four suggesting that he wrote this in 1958.

The Gatekeepers

Although we are all familiar with the concept of gates I think it is fair to say that none of us really has to deal with them on anything but an extremely rare occasion. The idea that gates could have supported a whole micro-economy is something that I can only marvel at!

But such is the nature of opportunity and as we can see in this piece from Charlie the window which is available to capitalise upon it can be all too short. In “The Gates” Charlie tells us just how quickly, as motoring became both an enjoyable pastime and a business imperative that, there was a class of people who were only too willing to grasp the commercial challenge that it presented.

Not only were these gatekeepers quick to latch on to the income potential that these gates represented but they also seem to have been quick to grasp the capacity to regard these same gates as a marketable commodity. Very enterprising.

Yet it seems that the speed at which the gatekeepers were able to become commonplace was outmatched by the speed of their demise with the onset of the second world war.