Pilgrimage

摘要

I had just turned 12 and my first half term at grammar school was over. I caught the bus home with blessed relief. After leaving an enlightened country primary school I was making heavy weather of Latin primers, bullying prefects, and a firebrand nationalist Welsh teacher. I waltzed into the house looking forward to five days of happy freedom. It was not to be. Mother was in tears and father was white with fury. I read the headline of the South Wiles Echo over father's shoulder and found out why. It was 21 October 1966, the day of the Aberfan disaster.