What did tomorow bring, well it brought more of the same , playing in the river and the forest , no school, no beach or ice cream still but holiday all the same. Into the car and a small ride down the forest road along a small valley and into a grey village with small windy roads and not many people walking about, but there were people the first ones i had seen since arriving in wales. On thru the village and up a hill to a row of cottages and the car stops. We are at grandma’s house i am told. So ut we get and into this white cottage over looking a field with a massive river beyond that. I meet my grandmother. a very tall slim lady with jet black hair also and an older man her brother, scarey looking man, when i recall he reminds me of albert steptoe the same scruffy appearance and manner. Well this is my other family and more is too come , my fathers sister and her children. Once again i cant understand a word, everything is in welsh and getting louder as the voices all join in. All the children go outside and then later we are called in for tea. When will this holiday end, when do i go back to kent to my mum, brother and sister, to be honest i dont want to, im happy, im free, no shouting or screaming , no smacks or fear of saying or doing the wrong thing, all i know is when it gets dark its tea and bedtime, apart from that it is play , play, play. But where does my father go everyday till dark , where does he work, does Andrew go to school as he goes with my father sometimes, but i dont ponder too hard. I am having fun after all for the first time in ages , i have two more friends as well , the two dogs to keep me company, they follow me everywhere and every now and then a voice calls from the caravan that some food or a drink is ready. Do i want to go back to Kent, no and i dread the day as im waiting for it, but that day never comes, one week , two weeks, still no bag being packed. Another day, another play , then one morning im am told to walk to my grandmothers  and wait to be picked up, still no bag packed, am i going home, no im not i am told , im going to school. I waitand along the road comes a little blue mini bus, full of children, in i go and the bus goes quiet, me thinking who are these children and them thinking who is this boy. Off down the road we set and a few minutes later pull into the school yard full of childrens voices. Playtime is over, now the real hard work begins.