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By the end of the 1970s Siân and I and our first little baby were living in our Council house in Maesgeirchen.Late at night we would sit at the bottom of our stairs with the front door open and a blanket around our shoulders, talking quietly and gazing towards Moelyci and Moel Rhiwen and their dark slopes against the blue night.Rhiwlas and the slopes were calling to us.