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The memories continued today. I got a bus from Cardiff Airport into the centre to meet up with Steve, Michael and the development teams. It went around the houses visiting Barry (memories of Barry Island during the holidays and crazy golf), then through Penarth (Jurrasic period, lots of ammonites and Thayers Ice Cream) then into Cardiff under the shadow of the Millennium Stadium (memories of many a rugby match good and bad). I am staying at the Angel Hotel which is part of rugby legend; its where the ticket touts gather. In the afternoon we went to Cardiff Bay for lunch by boat into the docks. Now highly developed with the Opera House, the Welsh Assembly building and many another development which will be familiar to all watchers of Doctor Who. In my parents days this would not have been a safe journey! In my Grandparents day police went here in pairs. Half of my family comes from this area. My Great Grandfather was Head Gamekeeper to the Marquis of Bute, he died and the whole family were thrown out of their tied house and ended up in the docks in poverty. Through moral courage, political activism and education they escaped, and now (the supreme irony) I would like to move back to a converted warehouse flat, next the the site of the near slum which two generations earlier the family fought to escape.