Ynysyngharad Park in Pontypridd. We were too poor to go anywhere else - but we loved Pontypridd. We only went there on a Saturday because mother could only afford a trip once a week.

My two sisters and I would walk on, and my father would make a biscuit tin full of sandwiches, which he would in my brother's pushchair. Then, my mother would join us.

We would have a picnic in the park...and then...the great delight of jumping in the pool! You'd think it was the seaside and we were on a beach.

A number of children would join us. We enjoyed ourselves so much splashing about in the water, then having a go on the swings, slide and roundabout.

It was time to leave. We weren't sad because we had chips on the way home. We were so tired when we arrived home that we didn't object when it was bed time.

We were rich and we didn't know it.

© Meg Harding - February 2004