"Mum died on her 94th birthday. We picked up her ashes and took her on a pilgrimage through her beloved town of Aberystwyth before taking her home.
There's where you were born, still a shop, that's nice. The tales you told of family and friends, I lived them with you.
Off to college in London, big thing then, from a town at the end of the line.
Back home and Dad - there's Holy Trinity where you were married. You who had been Welsh Methodist, three times a Sunday, and the minister wouldn't come to your wedding because you'd changed to Church in Wales.
Here's South Marine. Holidays with Dadcu and Mamgu and where my memories entwine with yours, Mum. Seaweed, large stones, rock pools, elasticated bathing suits. Walks along prom. Falling in love, falling out of love. Let's kick the bar!
Stop, there's one of the vicarages where we lived. Wonderful for us but hard for you. No electricity. One husband, four children, a dog and a goat. You never had time to look at the view.
The last Rectory, the present owner in the garden. I explain. 'Have you got your mother with you? Bring her in and take a walk around.'
She appears around the corner with a cup of tea.
On to the church, pictures in my mind of Dad in his surplice and you at the organ - my job now.
Last years here, many without Dad. Central heating at last and a neighbour from Aberystwyth - memory lane.
I'll take you home with me for tonight.
Nos da Mam, I think we've all had a happy day."
Noelyne sings 'Ar Lan y Môr'.