‘Happy days’

First published in Letters

MR POWELL’S letter (Araf Alarm) brought back happy memories of my childhood when arafs were more abundant than today.

I had one which I named Flash (I considered Gordon, but it didn’t sound right). He was a race-trained araf and could attain speeds of a yard an hour (then, a metre was a box you put a penny into when the gas light went out).

We fed him on araf worms in training. Many a happy weekend we spent walking him around the garden until one day, on a walk, he died, and it was four hours before we realised. Happy days!

Derek Everett Crindau Road Newport

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12:15pm Tue 17 Jun 14

landyman3030 says...

RIP Flash Araf. Remember him well. Won some money on him in the Crindau Road Olympics of 1950. That last yard dash to the finish line at the bar of Crindau Labour Club was a sight to behold. Photo finish and judges adjudication went his way after the committee met. Gone but never forgotten. Happy Days.
RIP Flash Araf. Remember him well. Won some money on him in the Crindau Road Olympics of 1950. That last yard dash to the finish line at the bar of Crindau Labour Club was a sight to behold. Photo finish and judges adjudication went his way after the committee met. Gone but never forgotten. Happy Days. landyman3030
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