Chapter

For we were nursed upon the selfsame hill …

Richard was still living in Cardiff with Moira when he received an invitation to Wyn and Pat’s wedding. The antipathy which had sprung up between Moira and Wyn was difficult to explain and the ulcerative antagonism prevailed until Richard and Moira separated. Perhaps Wyn represented a small Welsh village, beer and rugby and a lack of ambition. Wyn and Pat had barely graduated when they announced their wedding plans.

Pat was born in Garnant, east of Ammanford on the edge of the Black Mountain, in a village famous for a couple of rugby players and John Cale. Wyn once confided to his friend that she spoke Welsh in her sleep when she had had too much to drink. Richard gathered that she did not have the gift of speaking in tongues but was actually Welsh speaking. Wyn wasn’t but they did speak French together in a very touching way when they didn’t want others to hear what they saying. It was the only time when Richard noticed that his friend had a romantic side to him which he found easier to express in a foreign language. Wyn called his wife ‘love’ and it sounded more endearing coming from him. They were a bonded pair devoted to each other.