Yes , I was born and brought up in Aberfan, went to that school as did my father. That day I was working in my office 20 miles away, phone rang, a man who knew I was from Aberfan phoned me and said ‘something has happened in Aberfan , I think the pit has gone, phone cut off, I phoned but the operator said no lines available, I thought my uncles were dead, collected my fsther and tore over the Beacons,police try to stop me, no way. I got home , my Aunt
was distraught , said ‘it’s the school’, I ran to the school , many photographs of it , doesn’t show the horror, mothers, fathers, grandparents digging with their hands , some houses had gone, my Uncle Phil went to work in hoovers that morning, got back home, his two sons died in the school, his wife in the house. I went to the Chapel, my family were ministers there, ,little bodies lay on the pews, at the school more dead children were being carried out, when s sound was heard a whisle blew, silence, mothers wispered ‘please God let it be x (child’s name ) .
After this was my introduction to tranquilizers, the safest, happiest place in the world was no longer safe or happy.
Those children were murdered