Tŷ Hyll

Siôn Aled says of his A470 Poem, Hacrwch:

The Ugly House tells of an actual trip to Betws and then a decision to go on to Tŷ Hyll, must have been around 1962/3. We didn’t as a family have a car until 1968 and my mother hated having to depend on relatives for ‘jolly rides’, as she called them, in this case courtesy of Yncl Huw and Anti Bet (her sister) and would always try her best to refuse – but I sometimes accepted the offer before she had time to think of an excuse not to go!