Welsh Journals

we were back to a wood again. The wood was not very big, but we all managed to get through. A little stream trickled along beside the path as it led through the wood. Out in a clearing ponies could be seen in the next field. The wood became thinner as we came to the end. Some of the girls gave the ponies orange peel as we walked through the field. Sud- denly there was a shout and somebody had found a cave. It was Cat Hole. We were allowed to enter the cave. Nobody had a torch so we could not go very far down the cave because it was dark. The cave walls were wet with dew and condensation. We went down a little way to see how far we could get. After a few minutes we were climbing back down the bank and on to the field. Ahead of us was Giant's Tomb, a huge stone square which had been mended to preserve it. There were four little rooms where prehistoric people had been buried. Miss Pritchard took some photographs of it. We were on the way home, but it was early yet so the teachers decided that we would go a long way round. It took quite a while to get home after several struggles of getting over rivers and through woods. We were all very tired when we reached home, and we were all glad to get some clean clothes on and have a wash. At 5.30 p.m. tea or supper was ready and we all were very hungry. I think we all slept extra well that night and had a struggle getting up the next day. Susan Wcod. A VISIT TO GLYNCORRWG COLLIERY THE PEOPLE HERE (just outside Port Talbot) are as if expelled from the rest of the town, like the Ancient Welsh were from the Romans. They live as one whole community, happy in their own joys, hopes and loves. Nevertheless, they are by no means com- pletely cut off from world affairs. They are sensible, independent, strong-minded and a little quarrelsome. In spite of their difficult job, miners are always jolly and optimistic. Past long-ruined villages which once housed hard-working miners, we went, and it is these houses that give the scene such a depressive, poverty-stricken look. Sheep roam around the main gate itself, lazily chewing any bit of lush grass (very rare) that may be around. The colliery is just an arrangement of pipes, sheds, and bridge- like corridors. Railway trucks were being loaded with coal from a chute hanging from a building. It clattered noisily on to the hard, wooden floors. The canteen was the first place we visited.