The wonderful Gordon Brudenell introduced me to the delights of Farchynys in 1968 and contributed a warm and witty A to Z of Farchynys for the book.
On a wet and windy day in November, Gordon and Ernie Watson led a chippy party of third formers to a shooting box somewhere to the north of Bontddu. It rained. It was boggy. It was my thirteenth birthday.