The boys were all there: Huw Parry with his bow and arrows, dressed in his Indian outfit, headdress and all, Gwyn Griffiths with his spud-gun, Owen Davies with some firecrackers and matches he nicked from his brothers’ hidden hoard. And finally me, Billy Thomas, with my sling and small stones.

Venturing into the wood, we were determined to catch the small fox that had been causing all of us to be kept at home for the last few weeks. Gwyn told us all about it after overhearing his parents talking about it.