Dai Griffith loved climbing mountains. He’d climbed Everest in far-off Nepal, he’d been to Japan and climbed Mount Fuji, he’d visited Africa just to climb Mount Kilimanjaro, but the mountains he loved best were those in his native Wales. Not just Snowdonia, but the Brecon Beacons and the Black Mountains, which is where this story begins.
Although an experienced mountaineer, Dai was inclined to overestimate his strength and stamina. On the January day when this tale unfolds, he had begun his trek at six o’clock in the morning before the sun was up. All day he toiled over the Black Mountains, scarcely stopping to eat or drink. By five o’clock in the afternoon he was exhausted and needed to stop and rest.
As he toiled over a mountain-top he saw, far below in the valley, a stone cottage with smoke coming from the chimney. In the dusk, lights twinkled. A walled garden surrounded the cottage. Wearily he tramped down the hillside, over rocks and through streams and past sheep barely visible in the gloom.
Fixed to the wall of the cottage was a sign that said ‘Bed & Breakfast’.
‘Thank goodness,’ he thought and trudged up to the door in front of him.
He knocked and the door opened. A little girl of about eight years old stood there. The room behind her was in darkness.
‘Hello,’ he said, ‘Is your father in?’
’No,’ she said, ‘No, he’s not in, and if he was in, I wouldn’t be in.’
‘That’s odd,’ he thought, but not willing to give up he said ‘Well, is your mother in?’
‘No,’ she said, ‘She’s not in and if she was in, I wouldn’t be in and my father wouldn’t be in.’
Dai was dropping from fatigue by now but he needed a place to rest for the night, so he asked ‘Do you have a brother?’
‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I have a brother.’
‘Well, is he in?’
‘No,’ she said, ‘He’s not in and if he was in, I wouldn’t be in and my father wouldn’t be in and my mother wouldn’t be in.’
Determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, Dai wearily said ‘Do you have a sister?’
‘Yes,’ said the little girl, I have a sister.’
‘Well, is she in?’
‘No.’ came the reply, ‘She’s not in and if she was in, I wouldn’t be in and my father wouldn’t be in and my mother wouldn’t be in and my brother wouldn’t be in.’
‘This is a crazy house!’ he cried.
‘No,’ she said, ‘This is the toilet.’