Cae Gwegi was a special place to so many people, a retreat from the pressures of everyday life, where you could slump back into a sagged armchair, breathe the sooty air of the smoky stove, smell the damp air of Snowdonia and forget about your troubles. Trips to the old hole in a bench toilet by the house, frustration at the water trickle, mad evenings of drinking, singing and shouting, arguments raging late into the early morning and general stupidity. Some even went climbing.
What a shame it did not last, but after a 45 year relationship with Gwilym Jones, mostly peaceful but occasionally difficult and stormy, it ended. June 2010 saw us vacating the hut, the mood sombre and funereal as we left after a large party gathering and barbeque the previous night, we were homeless and sad. The memories and relationships of up to 45 years were being gathered up and stored away.
However, you cant keep a good thing quiet. Tendrils of exploration had already been sent out and just as chance meetings brought the early club together at Cae Gwegi, chance brought news of a potential new property that we may even buy, become outright owners of, a new beginning. This was understandably not to all tastes, not in the heart of the mountains, not the cosy escape we were used to, soulless even. Good thing some said though, the old place was dingy, waterless and had begun to revert to its pigsty origins. However, the homeless dont have many options and this was too good to miss, a bargain to boot.
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