Nestled on the coast,between the City and the Queen,lies a sleepy little village —this place I call home. Home…where I started in Ysgol Babanod,tiny chairs, big dreams,friends made in the playground,memories stitched into the years. I’ve walked the sands of Lavan,felt the wind roll in from the bay.I’ve climbed the paths of Madryn,watched shadows stretch across the day.I’ve sledged down Penmaen Park in winter,fed the ducks on the Boating Lake,thrown stones in Nant-y-Coed’s river,each splash another memory made. I’ve seen this village shift and change —shops open, shops fade away —but one thing stays,one truth remains:this place I call home. I lived here with my mum,up on Pen Dalar’s winding…