This story is an account of a trip to porthcawl made by the narrator’s
uncle and some of this friends. The narrator was child. He was also involved in
the trip. The boy was living with his uncle and aunt. His uncle was heavy, hair
was like a dry forest. Aunt was small and she used to climb on chair to beat
his uncle. The uncle had a small shop in fron t of his house in which Mr.
Benjamin Franklyn and other friends used to come When the came the shop would
be full.
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