Let me tell you a tale. A tale of travel. A tale of adventure. A tale of the Panda Pop bottle.
It’s 1994. I’m a young North Walian kid with a pocket full of dreams and the best pair of dungarees North Wales has ever seen. I’m with my Dad walking the dog beside the river on summer’s evening in St Asaph. We get to a spot where we can get down to the river side. I have kept an empty bottle of low-grade Cherryade I drank a couple of hours before. We decide to write a message, secure it in the bottle, and cast it into the river (forget about being environmentally friendly for the purposes of this story). It bobbed down the river getting caught on rocks, weeds and branches before drifting completely out of sight. Years passed, times changed, and people moved on. However last week my Dad received a letter from someone who had found it since we’d set it sail – that was 18 years ago. It was found in Ireland in a place called Bray. In the years of its journey it could have travelled straight there, or gone anywhere in the world. Who knows!