I remember it well.

Dearest Cathy,
Aberaeron sounds and looks lovely in the sunshine, but dreary in the wet. We went there when I was staying with you. We could not find anywhere in the rain and the trip was unsuccessful as we couldn't find a suitable present for John's forthcoming birthday. I remember, it was your first drive in an automatic geared car but you drove with your usual confidence.
Years ago, Mum and I stayed in one of those pretty multicoloured houses upon the steep hillside behind that new bridge. The one with the atrium at the rear that looked wonderful from the inside, although the view from the rear of the house did not match that from the front, We also ate in the Harbour Master but that was in the summer time when the harbour was full of schoolchildren trying to climb the harbour wall.
I can still taste the ice- cream from inside that little tea shop. Oh! memories. What a friend you have in Nicki , to come all that way from Stonehenge.
I have been thinking of my youth, in bed this morning. Pete was kind enough to help me regain my Dad's Diary, although in the meantime and following my appeal Barbara (Rich) had sent me her copy of the Blog as she follows our family blog. Must get going now as I am reading in Church this morning. The sky is blue and the sun is shining Hey Ho!!