Like a lot of members I have enjoyed reading these great posts. The short story I am now going to write is the first time I have EVER mentioned this to anyone----I was far too frightened and, I might add, ashamed of myself. The same period of time, around 1941 , I was by myself on the upper slopes of the Orme, more or less above the gun sites, mucking around by myelf, probably skipped school, aged around 11. Yes, thats right. Eleven. Having cycled all the way from Rhos. And I came from a very protective family who kept a very close eye on me, by the standards of that time!!! I spotted a small boulder about twice the size of a football. I wondered what would happen if I started it rolling down, there was a small mound of "spoil" from one of the mine tunnels, I thought it would stop there. So,off it went, bounced straight over the spoil right down to the Marine Drive, became airbourne and shot right across the road and smashed into a thousand pieces against the wall on the far side. I was terrified and quite expected to be arrested when I came off the Orme. Fortunately, of course, there was no one much around apart from soldiers at the gunsite. But, I could have killed a couple of forum members when they were at a very young age if they had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mike