In 1913 the Cornish clay miners went on strike, the bosses bussed in police men from Wales to break the strike.  Ernie was a clay miner at the time so his wife, Great Aunt Maggie, said “right there Ernie me ‘ansome, they there Welsh be ‘avin our mines, we up there and ‘ave one of they there farms”  and that’s how Great Uncle Ernie found himself growing corn on Mt Snowden.  We meet wives lost and wives won, a child killing giant, a Molotov cocktail dodging sparrow, a brownie who became a bogart, Oh and find out why the cow was on the roof.  All because Great Aunt Maggie decided to move to Wales, though as we hear, unlike Ernie, she didn’t stay there.