Taff’s Well - Margaret

18 Mawrth 2021

 

“Since early days I would watch the Taff passing by. Imagining every ripple over a stone was a fish. The reality was, as we waded from one side to the other felt slimy, we didn’t care or didn’t realise about rats disease. We put ropes from trees over the river until one day the rope broke, I couldn’t sit down for week. We went to school by bus, always travelling by the Taff. Now maybe if I was still watching. I might see a fish. Would like to think so.”